Coco will need pyschotherapy after this Halloween

I love going to Halloween parties where costumes for the adults are mandatory, as it forces people who normally wouldn’t dress up to do something a little out of their comfort zone –> pointing to Scott ๐Ÿ™‚

Thank goodness we had party on Saturday night, as this year, I get to spend Halloween on a plane to Dallas, Texas. Well, other than being a little bummed I get to miss out on the fun of scaring little kids, I’m crazy excited about this trip. I’m headed to singer/songwriter Jewel’s ranch in Texas, where along with wedding designer, David Tutera, will be filming a series of short videos.

No, we won’t be singing – THANK GOODNESS – Jewel and I will be in the kitchen chatting about cooking for the Holidays, and David will be giving pointers on decorating. We’re filming this at Jewel’s house. I’m still pinching myself. In fact, I’m bringing along my girlfriend, Wendy, as a chaperone to ensure that I don’t make a fool outta myself ๐Ÿ˜‰

Well, back to Saturday night – Scott and I decided to dress as zombies and moan “BRAAIIINZZZZZ” all night long. We did our own makeup after watching a few YouTube videos onย How to Look LIke Zombiesย and stuck on these fun special effects and fake skin ‘n blood (messy affair).

The problem with looking like this:

….is that we forgot to tell Coco, our little 8-month old dog, all about Halloween and that we were going to dress as zombies.

While we were doing our makeup, Coco was asleep in our room. We were just about to leave for the party when Coco woke up to two strange,ย dead, flesh-eating people.

Scared the bajeebers outta her.
And she barked, growled and the hairs on the back of her stood up 6 inches high. I got on the ground, tried to call her, tried to give her a treat and held my hand out. Dang dog snapped at me and nearly BIT ME.
Then Coco ran out of the house, barking like crazy, trying to alert all the other neighborhood dogs of this zombie invasion. Stupid us went after her, trying to get her back into the house, but uh….doesn’t that just make it seem like the zombies were CHASING her!??? Poor Coco. We had to send our boys, who thankfully were NOT in zombie-wear, to go after Coco and bring her back in.
So finally, we got chased out of the house by Coco again, we locked ourselves in the car while the boys had to go close up the house and calm Coco down.
Next year, maybe we’ll dress up as a princess and prince….something a little more less freaky looking. I think the dog will need some therapy after this.
We were supposed to bring booze and eats to the party, but since we were chased out of the house and didn’t have time to grab the stuff (and didn’t dare go back in the house), we stopped at the supermarket. You’d think that it being the Saturday night before Halloween, that people at the market would expect maybe a few people dressed up.
But no. Um, I guess if they’re doing their grocery shopping on a Saturday night, then perhaps “Halloween fun” wasn’t first on their mind. We freaked out a few customers, got dirty looks from supermarket management and giggles from some of the clerks. We even made a baby cry.
What do zombies bring to a party? Fried chicken and boxed wine, for sure.
Classy eats.
Oh, and for the record, if Dr. Shapiro, my orthopedic surgeon is reading this, YES, I DID WEAR MY STUPID LEG BRACE LIKE YOU TOLD ME TO. I was a crippled zombie. That was my costume.