El Dubb and I browsed more witch stores than you can shake a (broom)stick at. However, we were disappointed with the witch "museum", which was more like a Here-is-why-you-should-love-witches cultural center.
We made friends with several fab gay boys including the moustached Marie Antoinette (who's husband was a giant piece of cake that said "let them eat me.") We talked to this Marie Antoinette, and he told us without the moustache, he'd just be another queen in a dress. We agree.
Not many pictures of this, but we had a very romantic stroll along the wharf and a healthy, romantic dinner together.



A Giant 1100 and 24 lbs pumpkin!!
my beautiful bride, Anne Boleyn. I don't know where that "other" Boleyn girl was, but this one just came back from the guillotine.

Some of my favorite costumes from the night! Oh how I LOVE to celebrate the dead.





And what better way to end the night than with that age old traditon, bobbing for apples, at an after-hours party.

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p.s. and btw, when the cops showed up at the after-hours party, El Dubb grabbed the Makers and ran for it. No lie.
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