The night did indeed go down. It was a fast and furious blur of fake blood and caramel apples cute ghouls and torn lace. Without the Master of Ceremonies, the ceremonies were a bit less smooth, however. Mike knows exactly how to wrangle the screeching masses of kids on Carroll street. For me, it was a tricky and funny frenzy trying to just keep up. Especially in a long blue gown and a really itchy wig. All in all, our friends on the block rocked the night with Special Fx makeup scary costumes and 8x10 polaroids. Wolfman, we hope we made you proud.
