My sister, Dara, and I have been talking about going to Witches' Night Out at Gardner Village since I moved to Utah. For one reason or another it never happened until this year. Because we are the generous sort, we decided to invite our other sisters too. Not everyone was able to come, but we had a decent group heading up that night, some costumed, some not.
After dropping off people and picking up others, we posed for some snaps.
This are our "normal" faces.
These are our evil faces! Rawr, hiss!
The are our "sexy" faces... yeah...
So, we headed up to Gardner Village, singing at the tops of our lung to 80's songs. It was great!
When we got there, I was astounded at how packed it really was. I imagined that it was a big deal, but the actual experience was like bathing in estrogen. There were some parts of the village that was quite similar to swimming upstream. In other areas it was not a matter of swimming, or moving at all, in fact.
I took the liberty of snapping a few snaps with my new, fancy phone. Some of them came out okay!
Waiting outside the bakery.
Dancing with all the other witches.
I caught a snap of Debbie, who had stayed out of pictures because she wasn't dressed up. I say she was in the best costume of all. The scariest witch is the one you can't tell if she's one at all! ;)
I'll say that this is the first time I'd gone dancing in years. It used to be a passion of mine, but it fell on the wayside when motherhood demanded my attention. It was good to bust a few moves, though. I also went home feeling crippled.
Yes, the night was fabulous.
Yes, I went home sore.
Yes, I woke up sore.
Will I go again next year if given half the chance?
It should be noted that Dara's hat, her sister-in-law's hat and my hat were all home made. And all out of birthday party cone hats!