Godless heathens gone wild
NS October 31st, 2007
So the two Halloween parties on Saturday went well. The kiddie one in the afternoon kicked off at 3pm and we had four children show up with their parent(s). Two were dressed as pumpkins, one as a spider and one as a witch. TNC was a cat, because she loves cats.
I finally (FINALLY!) finished painting the dining room and got it decorated in time. Not too bad if I do say so myself!
The kids had a good time, I think. They ran around the garden and played with toys and sticker sets I gave them. We had some snacks (french bread with roasted tomato hummus, pretzels, chocolate cake, spooky marshmallows and a few other Halloween sweets) and apple juice and then I handed out little treat bags as they left. All in all, it went really well and I didn’t feel stressed.
Phase II of the day consisted of cleaning up from that party, putting away the kiddie stuff and bringing out the booze, then getting into our costumes. A friend (L) came over early to help me get ready and I borrowed some of her accessories. We had a great time dressing me up as a beauty pageant contestant, complete with tiara, elbow-length gloves, huge sparkly earrings and a white sash. The costume was supposed to have a tongue-in-cheek air about it since I planned on intertwining some fake hair into the tiara with some blood to make it look like I’d ripped it off someone else’s head and write on the white sash “Runner Up” but then cross it out and write ‘Winner’ in blood. However, the fake hair kept falling out and, being British and not as acclimatised to beauty contests as us Yanks, not many of the guests ‘got it’ straight away and I kept having to explain it. I finally gave up and took the fake hair out and just started walking around saying “World Peace” and blinking a lot.
L pretending to beat the crap out of me with her bat
A strange group shot
Me, doing my best ‘psycho beauty queen’ imitation
No wonder the next door neighbours declined our invitation due to the fact that “they’re Christian.” If they’d seen us acting like this they’d have surely been throwing holy water over the fence and shielding their child’s eyes from looking directly at us, lest we kidnap him and sacrifice his prepubescent self on an altar in the middle of the giant salt pentagram in our garden.
If this holiday isn’t about roasting babies and being added to your neighbours’ prayer circle list, I don’t know what is. Happy Halloween everyone!!
