Halloween 2009 has arrived, then expired. The decorations are once more banished to the attic, and the house has been cleaned — again! — from top to bottom… and oh, what a relief to have the house back in order again!
This year marked the return of the annual Halloween party to my home — the first time since the move to Austin — and I’m thrilled to have been able to host it again. Sweets finds it amusing that we have more containers of Halloween decorations in the attic than we do all the other holidays combined. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that, maybe, only a quarter of those containers has stuff that can be put out for generally decorating for the Halloween season. All the rest is geared toward hosting a kick-ass party. And we added to it this year.
Every space is different, and the house in Austin is no exception. Different lighting needs, different party layout, different decorating styles. We made an investment in some new lighting options for the yard and house, and making the foray into colored CFL bulbs that will last us for years to come (in addition to just having better color output that tinted incandescent bulbs). CFL bulbs also come in true UV blacklight format too, so we can now “light” smaller spaces with individual bulbs rather than big fixtures. I also had need to start replenishing my inventory of heavy-duty extension cords, as they all went glub-glub in NOLA. I believe we created some interesting lighting atmospheres in and around the house.
We resurrected some old party traditions: the bar was a “blacklight” room, and I built a themed entryway for the guests to come through, as well as having heir pictures taken in front of (having your picture taken when you first arrive is your “price of admission”, and also guarantees that we have at least one picture of everyone that is taken while they are “fresh” and in costume).
We laid out a good spread of food, and Sweets went all out on sweet treats and the cake, which was fashioned after the skulls of El Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead). It was a delicious butter cake with black raspberry filling.
We had a houseful of costumed revelers, with very few uncostumed (shame-filled) miscreants — whom we love very much, but obviously are numskulls for not bothering to put any effort out, even though they were invited to a party being held for the express purpose of being a goofball in a costume, and their gracious hosts went though a hell of a lot of effort to decorate the house, and to feed and water them lavishly. And no, carrying a plastic bat does not constitute a costume, you slacker (yesI’mlookingatyouGonzoyoubastard *grins*).
Ahem.
What else can be said… it was a party, and parties are what they are. Food, drink, good company, fun.
To see the rest of the pictures, I direct you over the the Halloween 2009 gallery. If you like, you can read Sweets’ telling of the Halloween tale.
“We had a houseful of costumed revelers, with very few uncostumed (shame-filled) miscreants — whom we love very much, but obviously are numskulls for not bothering to put any effort out, even though they were invited to a party being held for the express purpose of being a goofball in a costume, and their gracious hosts went though a hell of a lot of effort to decorate the house, and to feed and water them lavishly. And no, carrying a plastic bat does not constitute a costume, you slacker (yesI’mlookingatyouGonzoyoubastard).
Ahem.”
Just couldn’t let it go, could you?
Very well. Message received.
It was a loving poke, my friend… a loving poke that isn’t intended to piss you off at all — far from it (look, I even went back and indicated the joke, as I should have before). If you’ll recall our conversation well before the party, I plan these sorts of things around the fact that you specifically, and more generally a handful of others simply do not like to bother with costumes. I am fully aware of this, and take it into consideration. I would never expect you to stay away simply because you’re wearing civvies… hell, my parties wouldn’t be near as much fun without you. Having fun is the bedrock that my parties are planned around, and I wouldn’t want you to be miserable on any account… I just want you there enjoying yourself.
We’re friends, and that means we accept each other with all our colorful character traits regardless of significance. Hell, I’m no perfect specimen, and I know it. Far, far from it.
*sniff*
This is the part of the sappy movie when I always reach for the barf bag. Get a room, you two.
What, you think we didn’t already have one? Hell, we shared a laptop while spooning, all nice and snuggly warm under the duvet.
I got to be the “little spoon” for a change.