I dressed up as a cup of decaffeinated Starbucks Pike Place Roast, literally the most terrifying material item I can conceive of. The problem with this sort of a costume is that even if you add subtleties like a coffee sleeve with special boxes checked off "disgusting," "terrifying," "lava hot," and "decaf," people still think you're a fan. Take a look for yourself:
|close-up of the front of the sleeve|
|reverse side of the parody sleeve|
|my thoughts, just for good measure|
Overall, I'd say the festive evening went well. Part of the agreement you have to sign before you can take your newborns home from the hospital is that you dress your entire family in a set of costumes that coordinate. So, in order to bring the rest of the family in on the action, my daughter was a Sweet 'n Low and my son was an Equal packet. My wife, Micalah, was the orchestrator of the coffee horror show, she was a Starbucks "barista." More photographic evidence:
|without baby bodies inside...|
|coffee family of HORROR!|
Lord, thank You for the time to hang out with my family and extended family in Christ. I'm sorry for inadvertently advertising for the supreme heresy, Starbucks. Forgive me of my ignorance. Keep my head deflated and on straight. Here we go.