Yeah, so, mighty, mighty good man David and I dressed up as Scott Pilgrim and Ramona Flowers for Halloween. See?
We wore the costumes Friday night at my office buddy Paul’s Halloween party and then again on Saturday night at the Gorillaz concert in Oakland. At the concert (awesome show!), multiple people stopped us and asked to take our photo. It was a little like being famous. A police officer thought I was a Bakesale Betty. I’m not sure if he thought I was dressed up as Bakesale Betty or if I actually was Bakesale Betty. Either way, I’m just glad he didn’t frisk me and discover all the things I sneak into concerts.
On the flip side, I opted not to wear this costume to work on Friday, and instead donned my old standby, Velma from Scooby-Doo. Not that anyone noticed.
Seriously. No one noticed. In fact, some coworkers asked me why I didn’t dress up to which I responded, “Hello! I’m wearing orange knee-high socks, people!”
I guess Velma isn’t much of a stretch.
By the time Halloween rolled around, I was over wearing costumes. David and I put on our Giants gear and watched the game at Bloom’s with good buddy Kate. We had some drinks and some delicious Goat Hill Pizza and watched the Giants kick some ass. Win!