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Sunday, August 28, 2011

Halloween


Costumes. Buster's Tim Lincecum costume includes the windup.

At the bus stop, on the way to Sanchez Street.

To meet our friends Caleb and Toby.

For Dad's costume to make sense, you may need a reminder of this. He's meat, in a Lady Gaga dress. Buster going into the windup again.

Daisy, clearly petrified by Caleb.

Wait. What the!??

The World Series game was everywhere.

Even offstage.

Daisy and Toby teamed up along the way, eventually producing this accidentally poetic-looking moment:


This kid's homemade Hershey's Kiss costume looks almost exactly like the Hershey's Kiss costume Jane made for herself when she was pregnant with Buster. It was maternity wear, cleverly hiding her big belly, though generally she was not shy about showing off her big belly. In fact, on Halloween night that year, she wore a midriff-bearing shirt and painted her belly to look like a giant pumpkin. Some of the neighborhood kids were a little shocked. Spooky coincidence: The Giants were in the World Series that year too! By the way: Not suggesting anything about this kid ...

On the bus home we ran into Fabian, who got a skateboard? That's some treat.
10/31/10

Saturday, November 07, 2009

Halloween night


We're headed to Noe Valley to trick or treat on Fair Oaks Ave. with our friends Sara, Caleb and Toby.

Zorro not in full dress yet.

Rare appearance of the difficult-to-keep-in-place tiara. The groovy '80s music video effect is actually a bus-stop shelter.

Cinderella, you devil! On the 14 Mission.

Just another late afternoon on Mission Street.

First trick or treat stop: A bar. Two guys in the doorway: One giving out candy to kids, one checking ID's.

Suiting up. Sara paints Caleb the bat's face.

Here he is.

Zorro straps it on.

Toby the mummy.

They're off. They better watch out. There's some weird, ugly-looking people out here.

Whoa.

That's better. I love San Francisco, don't you?

Still photography does not do justice to Cinderella's light-up shoes, so we now present this short film.


Couldn't get a good picture of this either, but there was a teenage rock band playing on the veranda of a house on Fair Oaks, atop a garage that was also a haunted house.

Zorro liked 'em.

Cinderella danced with the devil to them.

Up!

And down. Headed home. Going, going ...

Gone. Good night, Cinderella. Your chariot has turned back into the 14 Mission.
10/31/09