The timing of our trip to the Dominican Republic was unfortunate.  Not because it coincided with an election you maybe have heard about.  That’s no big deal.  No, it was too dang close to Halloween, which meant my Halloween pictures couldn’t be shared here on my blog until now.

You see, a lot of first-time Shlog readers came around while I was in the Dominican Republic.  I mean a lot.  Like a few thousand people who’ve never come to these parts before.  And, you see, the thing is, if those folks came here last week to read about our trip to the Dominican Republic and saw that just a few days before I was trick-or-treating with a bunch of guys in drag?  Well, they might not have understood.  But now?

Well, now, of course, they know me first as a guy who took a trip to the third world.  It’s fine if they see the guys in drag now.  Totally fine.  It won’t be an issue I’m sure.  It’s all about first impressions being lasting ones and blah blah blah…

So, anyway, here are some guys in drag.

Mind you, this wasn’t a coordinated effort on their part.  Nobody called anybody else and said, “Hey, I think I’d like to dress up like a chick for Halloween, you wanna?” No, the frightening truth is these guys made the decision to don women’s clothing completely independent of one another.  Completely.  Frightening.

On the right there is Mr Wizard, hands down the smartest man I’ve ever known.  You ask this guy what a brain freeze is and you’ll get a physics based answer, a biology based answer, and the entymology of the words “brain” and “freeze” and you’ll laugh a lot while you’re getting all that. The man is wicked smart.  Yet he works for an American car manufacturer.  He makes sure they’re obeying all OSHA laws or something, I’m not sure.  But I know he’s got nothing to do with their inferior craftsmanship and diving stock prices.  Also, because of him I do understand what the Hadron Collider is all about and I know how to make crystal meth.  I haven’t, but I now know how.  And that’s something.

The guy to the left of me (I’m the one not in drag) is Redneck Neighbor.  He repairs fiber optic cables.  He drives a truck filled with tools. He owns lots of camouflaged and brown clothing.  He served in our nation’s armed forces.  He practices archery in his front yard.  He is almost always carrying a sidearm. He has a vehicle named “The Beast.” And he’s quite fetching in blue.

The guy on the far left?  Well, that’s my brother-in-law Brian.  His hand was uncontrollably drawn to Redneck Neighbor’s, er, water balloon.  It should be noted at this point that Brian’s hand was not the only one that found it’s way to the water balloons but that his was the only grab caught on camera.  Also, Brian’s actions do not in any way represent those of his employer, his friends, family or his nation…for the most part.  I’ll let him explain why he wore an orange wig and a Geisha outfit.  If he can.

I was a Native American man.  Let me say that again.  I, a musician and graduate of Baylor University (that was for you, Melanie) was a man for Halloween.  And most other days as well.

And that cowgirl was hands down the most attractive woman I had my picture taken with all night.