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!!
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looks like 2 great parties! wish i could have been there to celebrate with you!
Loving the psycho beauty queen! I’m glad to hear your parties went well, and I’m still in awe that you had two in one day.
Good luck for Nablo tomorrow!
how do you just keep getting hotter with age? seriously. not fair. also, when are you going to update your family’s site? ALSO, did you see that we BOTH made pumpkin soup today?
Me too, Andrea! Next year maybe I’ll come there. It’s just not the same here as in the States.
Good luck to you too Charlotte! I’m psyched (or else just psycho)
Well, the current LA Times food section DOES say that salt roasting is THE trendy new way to cook!
Looks like my last comment didn’t post. Anyway, you look great, even while looking disgusting!
I’m a Christian and I happen to love the taste of roasted babies!! Great pics! I’m glad you had a blast.
Who knew that my salt-roasted babies recipe would be featured in the LA Times! Thanks for the heads up, Staranela.
Andrea — aw, shucks. You know how to make a prom queen blush. That’s no mean feat
Tabitha — a Christian with good taste, that’s what you are! Babies are just culinary gold dust, everyone knows that. And I’m an equal opportunity baby-roaster. I’ll eat girl babies, boy babies, Muslim babies, Hindu babies, atheist babies…
You are officially the best psycho beauty queen I’ve ever seen. Seriously.
that’s one cute cat! and i enjoy TNH’s costume…although i think a fanny-pack would have been a nice addition!
Lisa, that just went into my Very Small Book of Compliments. Cheers!
Adam, a fanny pack (bum bag to you Brits) was searched for but alas, none was found. There’s always next year for my American Tourist hubby.
“bum bag”….seriously, the brits never cease to amaze me.
and THAT, folks, is one *more* reason why i am on the search for a visa!