here you have it.
being the english majors we will forever be,
attending a shindig with a literary theme,
spending zero dollars,
i present to you,
the old man and the sea:
get it? the c?
the old man passed out individually-wrapped caramels from his pockets to party-goers, only one of which accepted his creepy offering. the c, well, she tried to stay close enough for the costume to make sense, and to help the old man to his seat if he got tired of standing about with the younguns.
not sure if hemingway would appreciate the punnery or not.
but i sure did.
i did not however, get a better picture, or one in which my eyes were less ghoulish.
halloween for the win.