Went to a work-related Halloween party last night in NYC.
The subway pig strikes again! If you hear two oinks, RUN!
The building skeleton strikes again! If you hear a heart beating, RUN!
The subway pig lost her pig features and now has bloodied wounds, RUN!
You ok Alex?
Kathryn the haloed demon-eyed angel-fairy sits on a swing.
Chris the smilin’ afro man hamming it up for the camera.
Non-edible glowing ice cubes are fun to eat.
Dancing it up in an open space with TWO disco balls. I put the word “two” in capital letters to emphasize how excited I was to be dancing under two disco balls.
Heading out of the party, Meaghan and I touch up our makeup.
Meaghan hails a cab.
I smile.
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