This was right before heading out to a masquerade ball on New Year's Eve. Ken might be upset at me for including this picture because he felt at the time that his purple feather mask was, well, slightly less than manly. I told him not to worry - he might be wearing a purple feather mask, but I had a plastic lavender triceratops on my face which was not only lacking in masculinity but also made me feel like a complete jackass. Needless to say, it all became moot when we arrived at the masquerade ball to discover we were the only two men in the room who were not eunuchs.

Also: Emily looks ravishing in her home made mask and Dinosaur sports his finest chinchilla.