It's Tuesday, So It Must Be...

Can you tell what day it is (was)? Whoop, whoop.

No, not deranged chiquita banana day. Tutu Tuesday. And not just any tutu theme, but a rubber ducky one.



I was already on people (and people's junk) overload, so stayed in for the night, but Michael headed out in his best duds. He said he got catcalled quite a bit all night. I love when I hand him the camera and then send him out on his own; I have such fun going through the photos in the morning (even if half of them are of the inside of his pocket). You'll note that Tuesday was also the Headdress Ball (photos of that), Party in Plaid (Michael said everyone dressed like this was over 60), Green party, and Wild, Wild West party - so that was the mishmash of costumes going around. Again, these photos are not for everyone, so if you're young and/or sensitive, skip them (slideshow). Can you tell the painted-on costumes from the fabric ones (the woman with the leprechaun & treasure chest is great)?



Before all that, there was this one, early in the evening as we were headed to dinner. Michael & I couldn't believe it when we zipped past this man. He was smiling up a storm when we saw him (Julie Lynch took the photos though). Then there's his (assumed) wife dressed like a normal person. Can you see his chest? It has a Superman insignia painted on and then above his belly says,"40 years later." Once you see it, you can't unsee it. You're welcome.



This guy was one of my favorites though. And remember, this is just the tip of the iceberg. Can you imagine what I'm not showing you?

Thankfully, it'll be pets on Wednesday (although that's by no means all that's going on). A cold front is on the way too (Friday), which could mean rain (boo), but also cooler temps (yay).