Inspired by the Hughes brothers' documentary American Pimp, Beth, Jen and I masqueraded as pimps this Halloween. While we drew inspiration from such pimp legends as Fillmore Slim and Bishop Don Magic Juan, our rather last-minute outfits ended up being more of an extension of ourselves. Take note of Jen's frilly pink-pimpdom, juxtaposed by Beth's ethnic, hippie-pimpness (a few fellow revelers mistook her for Janis Joplin, but they were drunk.)

Both of my fellow pimps agreed that the gold tooth made me the Pimp Master. Although, by the end of the night, I was happy to relinquish my accoutrements to Dan (notice how Truman-Capote-esque they look on him.) It was a wonderful night, but in the immortal words of Big Daddy Kane, pimpin' ain't easy.