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saifaiA friend of mine invited me to a Halloween party last night. I of course, immediately agreed.
I still haven't figured out why I did that, exactly. I am the model wall flower. I don't do crowds. I don't do mingling. Socializing is just not in my vocabulary.
So why did I go to a party again? One in which I knew exactly 1 (one!!!) person? For three hours?!
In all fairness, I did turn out to know a few more than that, but they were people I'd met only once before. There was another I knew rather well, but she spent all of 20 minutes there before bailing.
There were a few good moments to the party. Here's the highlights:
A few random funny moments were to bed had. The best was when I saw The Joker go running past me into the living room from outside. He mumbles something about, "That's the last time I go outside..." and then tries to hide behind a couch. A minute later ten kids all wielding various weapons ranging from light sabers to pirate swords come in the house screaming, "Get him! Kill the joker!"
Alas, the joker did not make it. He was killed no less than six times by the end of the night. We never did figure out what it was about the joker that made him a prime target.
Ah yes, and my costume. In the end, a revoked registration courtesy of the Idaho Air Quality Board (due to a mix-up in the notices being sent to my house in the wrong name), caused me to rethink the Dorothy costume. I ended up in a t-shirt proclaiming my status as a cereal killer, black hair, way too much black eyeliner, and a ghosty dinglehopper (those headbands with the springs on em that bobble back and forth with cute things on the tops).
I still haven't figured out why I did that, exactly. I am the model wall flower. I don't do crowds. I don't do mingling. Socializing is just not in my vocabulary.
So why did I go to a party again? One in which I knew exactly 1 (one!!!) person? For three hours?!
In all fairness, I did turn out to know a few more than that, but they were people I'd met only once before. There was another I knew rather well, but she spent all of 20 minutes there before bailing.
There were a few good moments to the party. Here's the highlights:
- The food. Although I was a bit dubious about the ham wrapped pickle slices. I was fairly certain it was sushi cleverly disguised as pickles, but I tried one. They were good. Oh! And there were fudgy brownie frosted thingies. Not sure what they were, but they were chocolatey and good.
- The kids were adorable. Plenty of them there. There was a Michael Jackson (thriller-era complete with silver sequined glove and half burnt uneven geri curls). There was a Darth Vader and about five storm troopers, three pirates, two gypsies, 1 witch, 1 vampire bat, 1 pumpkin, and a Tinkerbell. Oh, and a grim reaper who had platinum blonde hair and reminded me of a little evil Malfoy jr. He already had the black robes. Give him a wand and a mask and he'd have had it made.
- Adult costumes were very creative. There were three witches, but each one of them with their own unique flair. One was pregnant. *snerk* There was a pirate captain. There was a lady dressed as an inmate in an orange jumpsuit and dragging a ball and chain and wearing handcuffs. Another lady dressed as a trophy wife and carried around a fake cigarette, overdone makeup, blond hair, fur coat, leopard print everything. Two women dressed in jammies. One guy as the grim reaper, and another as the Joker (Heath Ledger version).
- The comfy chairs. Can't be a proper wall flower unless there's a chair in a dark corner somewhere.
A few random funny moments were to bed had. The best was when I saw The Joker go running past me into the living room from outside. He mumbles something about, "That's the last time I go outside..." and then tries to hide behind a couch. A minute later ten kids all wielding various weapons ranging from light sabers to pirate swords come in the house screaming, "Get him! Kill the joker!"
Alas, the joker did not make it. He was killed no less than six times by the end of the night. We never did figure out what it was about the joker that made him a prime target.
Ah yes, and my costume. In the end, a revoked registration courtesy of the Idaho Air Quality Board (due to a mix-up in the notices being sent to my house in the wrong name), caused me to rethink the Dorothy costume. I ended up in a t-shirt proclaiming my status as a cereal killer, black hair, way too much black eyeliner, and a ghosty dinglehopper (those headbands with the springs on em that bobble back and forth with cute things on the tops).
