We unanimously replied that of course we would dress as the guest of honor.
Sorry, ladies (and gentlemen), he's taken.
(You're especially sorry that he's taken when you see this exceptional photobomb...)
From here to eternity... ruined.
Anyway. I bought a short boy wig and some cheap plastic glasses. I looked less like a boy than I looked like Velma from Scooby-Doo dressing as Rachel Maddow or Harry Potter.
Meanwhile, Jeff looked kind of like Egon from Ghostbusters...
Without my coat, Jeff said I looked like an unfortunate lesbian, but that didn't stop him from grabbing my boob during an auto-timed portrait:
We went as gay Alexes. Or is it Alexi?
At the restaurant, a bunch of friends joined us in paying homage to our beloved A-hole:
I still looked like Harry Potter dressed as Rachel Maddow (a.k.a. s/he who must not be named).
But if you're asking yourself, What's that? It's Pat!
I'll say, no, it's love.