This year's Halloween weekend has been a lot of fun. Friday night I dressed up as the pregnant cheerleader from my alma mater, which was well-received with a lot of laughs and "oh my gawd that is hilarious" and "I remember that outfit when I went to V3stav1a!" from random people at the Rocky Horror Picture Show. The RHPS party was a blast; my friend made prop bags for everyone in the group so we participated in the movie. And the Alabama Theatre looks cool covered in toilet paper. It is one of my favorite places in Birmingham.

I suppose my pregnant belly wasn't entirely plausible since the bartender sold me beer.

You can judge for yourself. Sorry, I had to block out the other peeps because I don't want to post photos of anyone without their permission.

Ah, innocence lost.

Then I woke up at 0530 Saturday morning to help with the Halloween century. We manned a rest stop then swept the ride (which means we got to ride!) My new Cannondale Morphis jacket performed well; actually it was a bit too hot on climbs.

Last night I went to a costume party/pub crawl with the house harriers. I don't think they actually run (maybe a couple of miles every month or two). They have the 12-ounce bicep curls down pat, though.

Then today was Boo at the Zoo to see my nieces dressed up in their halloween regalia. Stinky little cute things.

In conclusion, this Halloweenie is cooked. I've had enough until next year.

I will wrap up this post with a short video of a bmx rider who didn't quite make his jump. OUCH.