October 31, 2003
I dressed up like an aerobics instructor this morning and went to work. Actually I thought I cut a pretty good figure, but gauging from the laughs from the staff you’d think I looked like an old man in a leotard, with his mid-drift hanging out. Oh.
Abby came dressed as an evil woman, Crystal as a dark angel, Sue as a California surfer beach bum, Meghan as Spring or some seasonal branch thing, Carole as Frida Kalo (very clever outfit and unibrow, although our neighbor Paul thought she was doing the Austrian Alps look), Jerry as a mean John Travolta and Melrose as Little Big Man (or was that Freddie Kruger?). Yes, it’s Halloween at the True West office. As per Mike M., Larry came dressed as an account exec. “Ooooooohhhh,” M. said mockingly as if it frightened him out of his gourd—the gruesome spectacle of a sales staffer actually in uniform. Ha.
John and Tracie Jefferes came in from Ruidoso right in the middle of all this. They took it in stride. We went out to lunch at El Encanto ($12 cash, we went Dutch). Showed them the cave and the studio (take your pick as to which was cleaner).
More Alamo news, but I’ll save that for tomorrow when I have more time to write.
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