Who You Gonna Call

Note to self: do not wear snow boots as part of costume when attending a Halloween party that involves dancing. Those dance floors get hot fast, and wearing footwear that is intended to keep your feet warm in freezing temperatures is less than ideal. Also, they're quite cumbersome to get your groove on in.

But when I had the idea to be a Ghostbuster for Halloween a couple months ago I was not thinking about any of that. I just knew that the movie was awesome and the song awesomer. I mentioned the idea to Cat, and together we researched costumes. The ones that came already packaged in stores and online were either of the slutty variety or extremely cheap looking. We took matters into our hands, literally, as Cat made and sewed the Ghostbuster emblem and the nametags for our flightsuits, which Cat bought online after many unsuccessful attempts to find them at sporting goods, hunting, and mechanic stores.

Tonight we showed off our (Cat's) hardwork by attending a party at the Skybox Gateway. We danced, brought sexy back, were Single Ladies, got jiggy with it (yeah, they're still playing that song), showed everyone who'd they call, and stayed alive.




And when we got too hot and tired for dancing, we took a breather to watch Ghostbusters, which started playing after the Jazz game (thankfully they won) in the stadium room.

We did one more dance around the floor before calling it a night and heading home around ten (Cat's a nurse and has to be to work for a twelve hour shift tomorrow morning at seven). We were super tired driving home, which made me kinda wish for a subway ride so we could take a little nap.
And there's just more of it all tomorrow!