|Wherein I play an extra from "Christiane F."|
I couldn't understand why the Maharishi wasn't more excited about my idea for him -- grabbing a fern under each arm and going as Zach Galafianakis, but later discovered that he hadn't watched the talk show.
Our friends have the good fortune on living only two houses down from a huge and elaborate haunted house, full of ghosties and ghouls and horrible cackling Halloween clowns, a haunted pirate ship and all kinds of wondrousness. My pictures don't do it justice.
|A rather elegant gentleman in a sombrero|
|Ghostly child on Pirate Ship|
|The Spooky House|
|Klown on Acid|
Highlight of the evening was a smoky paella made by my friend Chris, inspired by Jose Andres, made in a pan as big as a tire, for the swarm of people who filtered into the house, if they dared dodge the monster tarantula that guarded the front door and swooped down on unsuspecting victims.
|Rockstar paella with Andrea, Sarah & Zach Galafianakis|