Halloween is my absolute favorite time of the year as many of you know. Recently, we were invited to a costume party in our neighborhood. I was excited!
I had just bought an Alice in Wonderland costume with a matching white rabbit bag that would be perfect for this adults only event. Read: the kind of outfit that should make hubby look twice. All I had to do was get him something to wear and we would be good to go, except I clicked the wrong button for the Madhatter hat on Amazon and it didn’t arrive on time. This is what ultimately ended up happening:
The party was set to start at 7. As most parents with very little kids who are desperate for a night out do, we arrived at 6:59. Don’t worry. We played it cool and rang the bell at 7:01.
Sometimes, one move will change how your evening will go. Mine was pretty much this:
Pretty, isn’t it? It was like candy apple goodness wrapped around a glass. This was obviously before some fancy martini was poured in. Once that happened, the night took on new form and to my neighbors, I am deeply sorry. I think.
In my defense, those drinks were AMAZING. They were lethal and the awesome Princess Leia hostess just kept refilling my glass. How does one refuse such generous hospitality?
Exactly. I was raised not to be rude.
More people showed up and it was great to spend time talking while not being distracted by chasing after my toddlers. I was able to put names to some faces that I have only seen while driving by different streets. The night went on and I was laughing more and most likely getting louder and that’s when it hit me.
I had not eaten anything hours before arriving or while there.
This would probably be the last thought that made sense for the rest of the night.
No worries. I went hunting for food. Okay… so I walked into the dining room. Same thing.
Just so you readers know, some cut up apples, cheese, chips, and dip is not going to put a dent into many, many martinis consumed.
On the happy side because well, I was SO happy, I made many new friends. In the spirit of friendship (yes, let’s go with that) I decided to borrow peoples costume props. It was great fun. Some time later, I had a mustache, club, medal (Thanks Bruce Jenner!), Woody hat, wand, Han Solo’s weapon, and some others. Should have made it into some sort of drinking game but at that point…well, there was no point at that point.
The thing with alcohol, friends, is that it makes you do the crazy. For instance, after going to the bathroom, I asked the mirror who is the fairest one of all. I even asked twice. There was no answer and it made me wonder if I needed to be in a different costume. After tripping over all of my stolen props and getting them all lifted up, I went back out to the party.
Walking around from conversation to conversation, I was starting to remember names more. They weren’t the right names I was told, but they were names of everyone that was there so that was at least positive. I couldn’t find hubby anywhere and I was starting to think he was avoiding being seen with me. Don’t worry honey, I told them I was with the cube.
In suburban Halloween world, they can rock the costumes. There was a very real looking Gandalf and Frodo from Lord of the Rings. I wanted him to say, “YOU SHALL NOT PASS” but oddly enough, I couldn’t remember the exact quote when he was asking me what I thought about the artichoke dip. More amazing costumes were Blackbeard and his pirate wife, a Bollywood actress, the fairy Godmother (she couldn’t change my shoes), Frank from Chips, and even two boobs. No really. Not the alcohol. Two boobs.
I wanted pictures. Lots of them. Only what you see is what you get. It’s probably for the best in this case. Every picture they would have gotten would have probably been of me licking that glass like it was my last meal. Okay, so that happened a few times. I know some of you were staring. Did I mention it was like eating a candy apple?
I love parties where you can have a fun time, dress up, and just be yourself. Best of all, since it was a few houses down, no driving! Also bonus points for it being hosted by Han Solo and Princess Leia. Everyone was having so much fun! (That wasn’t just the drinks talking either. You know, for the record.)
The night came to an end. Actually, it didn’t but hubby and some friends said that was enough for me. Apparently, I had to go home while I could still walk. (We should have brought the kids wagon.)
I am excited about next year’s Halloween party. If I should get an invite, I know exactly who I am going to dress up as.
The mirror will be sure to answer this time.
Happy Halloween from 40 Wishes and Counting!!