We carved punkins at the Chart Room last night. It was far more fun than I had suspected it would be. I nursed a Neptune-sized snifter of Grand Marnier throughout the evening, accompanied by a squash-crazed Otter and an unnaturally calm Rubber Pig, who mostly stood watch over my drink.
This is the punkin Otter and I carved together. It totally shoulda won. Instead, the Dia-de-los-Muertos-lookin' one that I did placed third, and that's it. Otter's super-awesome punkin-with-folial-acne didn't get anything, and it was the most original one I'd seen.
So, if we're using a rubber chicken and gut-thick fake blood and squinty eyeballs in our punkin carving?
How could that not place first?
Seriously.
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