Dia de los Muertos - Mexico comes to Seattle for the night

We all know that the day after Halloween is one of the biggest hangover days ever, but it is also the day of a Mexican fiesta: the Day of the Dead (Dia de los Muertos). This year, Mexico came to Seattle with a force. Marching over to the BLT function, all I could think of was, "Badges, we don't need no steenking badges," and the random events that were about to transpire. Thank you BLT, and thank you Mel Brooks, for making this years Day of the Dead memorable. Without further adieu:

Grant, T, Carol, and I saw "Native Son" down in Seattle Center. It was pretty good, but we were too hyped for the fiesta about to come:



The man, the myth, the legend:



The decor of the dead:



Dead chocolates:



Homemade peanut brittle, salsas, and a dead beer:



Dorothy even showed up, dead:



Beavis and Butthead are dead:



Tadie, the vibrating dog (he had some ill batwings on):



Meow:



Me and Bridge keepin' it tight:



Kat is almost dead for the night:



Got so fucked up we were kissin' dogs and shit. Braden and man's best friend:



T'was the Nightmare Before Christmas:



Braden and his damn Monster Mash:



Time to split:



As you can tell, it was a celebration bitch! BLT kept it real, and grant and I supplied the booze - that's the drill, Phil. If you don't, you should celebrate this fantastic holiday merely because I told you to. It's a great reason to get the gang together and party like Eric Estrada, and hell, what's a Wednesday night without a little liquid-help over that hellish hump of the week? Hopefully the Dia de los Muertos party will fall on a Tuesday night next year, it'll be interesting to see how we justify getting fucked off our tits on the most uneventful day of the week. Adios amigo!