It was Halloween and rather than trick or treat, our swimmers had gamely opted to compete instead.
Were they haunted by the thought of all the sweets they were missing out on? Did they scream and wail because they were denied glucose-fructose syrup? Not at all.
Because our horror-ibly lovely timekeepers, officials, team managers and 'runners-turned-stewards' (you know who you are) brought halloween to the kids instead.
There was fake blood, daggers-through-heads, fangs, pumpkin deely-boppers, a ghoulish nurse, the devil, a beekeeper wearing a red velvet suit from the 70's (we can't work that out either), ghastly masks, a green-faced witch, an actual flying Dracula, alarming contact lenses and a werewolf.
Basically, wherever you looked there was an adult who'd gleefully raided the dressing up box.
As one of the younger swimmers remarked towards the end of the evening,
"It's like the adults have dressed up way more than the children ever would."
Out of the mouths of babes...
Oh wait, there was also some swimming.
As expected, our scarily talented swimmers hit the pool thirsty for blood. PBs were massacred and club records were murdered. It was carnage. In a devilishly good way.
The next Club Champs gala is on Dec 6th.
And guess what? We'll be jingle bell-rocking a Christmas Theme! Saddle up the sleigh and hit the shops peeps, you've got more costumes to buy!