Yes, we went to one. For the 2nd year in a row we went to Jim‘s & Rachel‘s house for the Halloween party. We had a great time. They had a great turnout, and we met several new people and also saw most of the same folks from last year.
Frank and I went back and forth on what to be for Halloween. We decided last week sometime that we would be Horatio Caine and Calleigh Duquesne. But sometime around Friday, I realized it would be way too expensive, because I would need to buy a full Calleighesque outfit (sleek pantsuit), and we would have to buy a few things for our CSI kits. Basically, all we had were the guns, the blonde hair, and Frank’s outfit. So Saturday we decided we were going to be a couple of nerds. We had great ideas for our nerdiness, but alas, we could find none of our required items at Walgreens or Wal-Mart. So we decided at the last minute that Frank would be The Man With No Name (no purchases necessary), and I would be a vampiress. This is the first time I’ve ever gone as anything evil, which probably explains why my outfit practically fell apart.
I painted my face white, put black all over my eyes, eyebrows, and lips, painted blood dripping from my mouth, and donned the horribly clunky fangs. I wore all black (no cape, just a long skirt and long-sleeved shirt). My toes were red, and my shoes were tall, strappy, and black. We couldn’t find a long black wig, and I didn’t want a super-curly wig, so I settled on a long electric purple wig for lack of better choices. I bought these glow-in-the-dark and black press-on nails, but like most press-on nails, they wouldn’t stick on my fingers, because my fingers are too skinny. Alas. So I tried the long black nails that came with the makeup kit, and they fit.
Our plan was to be at the P house by 4:00, so we left the house around 5:15. The party didn’t start until 7:00, so we weren’t running late, but I’d planned to get there early to help Rachel and visit with them. So at 6:15 or so we were in Orlando and stopped at Chipotle to pick up food, having not had lunch (well, I’d had a smoothie, and he’d had a croissant) and knowing that there is a Chipotle super-close to their house.
We arrived around 6:30, a whole hour early (I thought the party started at 7:30, which it didn’t), and I was so pleased that we were only 2.5 hours later than I wanted to arrive.
We said hello and did what we could to help (I did bring Neiman Marcus Cake and stuffed jalapenos) and then ate our food. The red blood dripping from my mouth was faded and no longer resembled blood. And the makeup I’d brought for just such a crisis was nowhere in our bags, though I distinctly remember packing it. Oh, and I tried the “blood capsules”. They just made my teeth a little pink for a few minutes. And tasted like Chapstick.
Guests arrived, and we sat eating Rachel’s excellent food and talking for quite some time. (Oh, and I only put nails on my left hand so I could eat, but they fell off maybe 5 minutes after everyone arrived. I gave up). Rachel’s neighbors with whom they’d never spent time came, as did their friends Kevin and Jack. Jack dressed as V from that movie I hated (of course I had to tell him!). Rachel the Younger was also there, dressed as a “Sweetie Fairy” (NOT a Sweetie Fairy Princess, ok?). In the wee hours, RTY looked at me and said, “You’re very pale.” “It’s makeup.” “I know.”
After what seemed like years, I finally realized that Rachel was just waiting for someone else to bring up the K-word. I’d been waiting for Rachel to mention the K-word, too, but since it was her party, I gave in and brought it up.
SarahK: “So Rachel, are you just waiting for me to bring up karaoke?”
Rachel: “Did someone say karaoke?”
SarahK: “I kept waiting for you to bring it up, but then I realized you were waiting for someone else to do it.”
Rachel: “I aim to please. If people want to karaoke, I’m all for it.”
Of course then we all talked for another 15 minutes or so before moving to the family room for karaoke. Rachel and I were dying to sing, and people wanted to talk!
Karaoke was a blast. Everyone except the Phantom actually sang, including Jim! Frank did several Johnny Cash songs and a Beatles song, plus “Zoot Suit Riot”, one of his favorites to karaoke. I sang “Alone” by Heart, “Broken Wing” by Martina McBride (and I did that one really well, if I say so myself), “On My Own” from Les Mis, maybe 1 or 2 others.
And Frank and I dueted. Mind you, neither of us has karaoked since the wedding. Rachel took video, unbeknownst to the clueless Js. As soon as we were done singing, I heard, “The video is going up on YouTube tonight!” Rachel was so tickled with herself. And true to her word.
The party broke up late, and we finally stopped karaokeing some time after midnight. Frank slept on the big chair, and I slept on the couch after removing gobs and gobs of paint from my face and giving myself a good Mary Kay night treatment.
We had fun. I have pictures, but they are still on the camera, waiting to be seen…