More hugggssss.
Sarah felt the responsibility of wearing the cape, but she also felt the call to violence. And, strangely, flatulence.
Amy ran around the house with this thing she called "Beatrice", letting it sample all the drinks people left when they departed.
Rockin' Out 3
Rockin' Out 2
"Nope, Amy is practically perfect in every way. No faults found. That t-rex isn't nearby, is it?"
Rockin' Out 1
This is about as normal as we got.
We spent about 5 minutes trying to get this shot? Worth it? I think Sarah's expression might say it all.
Battle of the tongues.
Goth Sean emerges.
It feels a little like a gathering of minor comic book villains.
Amy: No pictures! Do you know who I am?!
Having the photo booth to ourselves for so long, the costume mixing and matching became more extreme.
