Not Your Mother’s Halloween Party

I love dressing up for Halloween. I make sure I do it every year. Usually buying more than one costume in my quest for the Best-Costume-That-Will-Make-Me-Look-Hot. It probably has to do with the fact that growing up I was never allowed to “celebrate” Halloween. No dressing up. No treat-or-treating. Nothing. Not even the church’s alternative to Halloween. My siblings and I sat in the back room playing games while my mother passed out tracts. When we were older we were allowed to pass out the tracts ourselves. Hooray. (Another example of my mother’s protectiveness was when she and her sister prayed over me to pray the demons out of me. My sin? I read a Stephen King novel [Misery]. I could go on with other examples, but then you all would need to join me in therapy to work it out.)

So this year I dressed up as a gypsy and told people’s fortunes regarding their love life. It was highly amusing.

I started off the day at a wedding. The ceremony was at 2:30 with the reception starting at 4. Silly me thought I would have plenty of time once the reception ended to go home, change, and metro out to Ballston. When I left the reception at 8:20 the dancing was just starting (they scheduled to cut the cake at 9:15!). Woof!

So DCSC and I showed up just as the party was getting started. They had set up beer pong, the keg was tapped, and the punch was made. Good times ahead!

First we had Mary-Kate and Ashley stop by to get old-school wasted.









But never fear, the Sheriff and the Canadians were there to make sure things didn’t get out of hand.










The Sheriff, Red Riding Hood, and the TSA Agent all played a wicked game of beer pong (but who is the shawody figure in the background.










The Flight Attendant had to ask Ashley to put her booze down BEFORE boarding the plane.










But Ashley didn’t care because she found her groove!









At one point we were invaded my cartoon characters and tennis pros! (watch how the blue on the smurf slowing comes off on everything he touches…including alvin)













And through it all God was watching over us and smiling.
















Highlights include: looking around the dance area and realize there was soft porn going on in each corner; watching Gilligan pass out sitting upright in a chair; watching the Flight Attendant fill up her cup with fruit from the punch bowl knowing that it will make her ill the next day; realizing God is one sexy bitch; having the Sheriff sit next to me and then proceed to pass out and only wake up with someone either jumped on top of him or popped a balloon; and the random people (who did bring the Shipyard Pumpkin Ale) vomit and clog the upstairs bathroom which then caused a leak in the kitchen.


Good times were had by all.