A Very Hairy Birthween is the new awesome

Some of you may remember that Betsy's birthday - or "birthween" as we like to call it - falls on Halloween and usually means that the parties we throw for her involve people dressing up weird. Since this was my last chance to help throw Bets a party before it turns into Steve's permanent responsiblity, we decided to do it right: A Very Hairy Birthday.


Everyone was instructed to get all dressed up in some hair that wasn't their own. Big wigs. Beautiful bouffants. Twirly mustaches. Hairy Chests. It didn't matter how everyone came dressed as long as they were sporting some sort of hair that Mother Nature didn't bless them with (but that you wish that she had).

We were pretty strict about the hair policy.


I came over to find Bets and Steve dressed like pizza makers in their matching Pizzaria 712 shirts and Mario mustaches.

Then bets changed into a hamster colored mustache that she felt a little more comfortable in, and matched her own coloring a little better.

(Which doubled nicely as sideburns as well).


We had a lot of good hair come through over the course of the evening:

Big hair.

Pink hair.

Perv hair.

Sharpie hair.

Eye hair.

Hot hair.

The wrong kind of mullet hair.

The other wrong kind of mullet hair.

Best from the side hair.

Lopsided hair.

Compensation hair.

Gross hair.

Fear of hair. (Robyn had a tough time at this party)


We also got bets a delish birthween cake and sang to her.

And betsy and steve practiced for next week.

Happy Birthween to all, and to all a good night.