First – big thanks to Eco and Chrissy for taking us out to The Melting Pot and Rocky Horror. The meal was top notch
and the show had us singing out loud. We even got to Time Warp with the cast at the end!
We didn’t get home until 3AM Saturday morn.
Sarah had to shop all day yesterday for wedding stuff.
I had to shop all day yesterday for Halloween stuff.
For you see, Saturday night was our annual Halloween party, hosted by Foo-Foo and Midnite Monkey. The party is awesome every year, and my friends and I have a tradition of winning “Best Group Costume”.
as Poynt’d Styk, KC’s premier Cock Rock band;
as “The Other Holidays” and;
as a wad of a sperm. (Unfortunately, all our group photos from 2003 have vanished into the aether but that’s a photo of jizzy me and Sa Rah in an amazing homemade geisha costume.)
Needless to say, we were determined to win again in 2004.
Apparently, this year, another group was scheming to dethrone us.
My mission yesterday morning and afternoon was to run all over the city getting things for Sa Rah’s and my part of our group costume.
I ran to two separate Goodwills looking for a black sport/tuxedo coat. No luck. (I’m purposefully not telling what our costume was. I don’t want you to click away just yet.)
So, I headed over to U.S. Toy.
I could have spent hours playing in there, but I didn’t have that long. I found what I’d come for, a bowtie for me and a cigarette holder for Sa Rah,
and I split to Metcalf South Mall where I hoped I’d find a cheap sport coat.
Metcalf South is a dead zone. Empty mall slot after empty mall slot, my footsteps echoed in the quiet space.
I want to go back there with my real camera to shoot some photos. Spooky, good for Halloween, but no cheap sport coats.
Sa Rah came home and the dress-up was on. She threw together some things and really brought her character to life. We were running late, but no matter – the game was about to begin. Halloween.
Everyone was to meet at Eco’s.
Who was everyone?
Mr. Green and Mrs. Peacock:
Professor Plum and Yvette, the maid (and murder victim):
And, Wadsworth, the butler:
That’s right, we were Clue and we planned to play the game live at the party.
(Front of Detective Sheet)
(Rear of Detective Sheet – sex toy weapon descriptions)
Everyone gets into this party. That’s why we love it. Creativity abounds.
From the more obvious costumes
to slightly more obscure:
(Dept. of Homeland Security)
The hosts go all out when decorating.
And give out fun prizes too.
(That’s a toilet seat given each year to “Shittiest Costume”.)
This year, the Dung Beetles won “Best Couple”.
They were so happy they did a dung dance.
Their prize was a William Hung CD and some latchwork art.
People love this event. The party is always well-attended.
Friends of friends show up.
And some folks like to issue challenges.
Our “competition” this year – a dodgeball team…
I give them credit for trying…
but when you dress up like Clue characters, stage a fake murder in the middle of the party by killing all the lights, having Yvette give a hair-tingling scream, bring back the lights to have the rest of the party see all the Clue peeps standing around Yvette’s bloodied body, then invite them to play a game of Clue to try to figure out whodunnit…a fuckin’ dodgeball team costume just don’t cut it, especially if you don’t even play a game of dodgeball at the party.
So yeah, our group again won “Best Group”.
Four years in a row.
I think we deserved it.
(And in case you’re wondering…it was Mrs. Peacock, in the Dining Room, with the Crystal Pussy.)
…but why did the party take place the week before Halloween?
Posted by: George at October 24, 2004 07:39 PM
Posted by: jdoublep at October 25, 2004 08:29 AM
Posted by: George at October 25, 2004 12:28 PM
Posted by: Steve at October 25, 2004 04:24 PM
Posted by: Tara at October 28, 2004 01:15 PM
What about youses?
Posted by: jdoublep at October 28, 2004 02:26 PM