Too many girls to count.
Enough boys to not have to count.
1 supportive ex who gives me hilariously terrible costume advice.
Adorable costumes.
3 Parties.
1 Hurricane warning.
48 Hours.
Sometimes, you just need a couple of nights with your girlfriends to be your best bad self.
Memorable Madness.
Oh my goodness, you’ve done it! I can’t wait to see pictures of how it turns out! (Halloween is so ridiculously awesome, isn’t it?)