Halloween Party 2006

Fifteen years ago, during high school, I decided I wanted to start having Halloween parties. Back then they were simple. Chips, pop, one creepy candle, and 6 or 7 friends in our unfinished basement watching a scary movie.

Things are different now.

The amount and quality of the food has multiplied, and the drinks have mostly changed to that sort which have inebriating effects on the non-preg people who consume it. And luckily, all of my friends are happy drunks.

I started planning my costume 3 years earlier, but never got around to actually making it. Last year's phenomenal Zombie thing pushed it back yet again, and this year, as a contrast to last year's evilness, I decided that I absolutely had to finish it. After a lot of hard work (and some not-so-hard work thanks to Arr, the Kraken's beer-belt instructions) I was Duffman! OH yeah!

By 9:00 p.m. there were quite a lot of costumed people squeezing past each other in the foyer, and half an hour later the party was in 5th gear.

Inspired by the house drink of the evening, Suz's cousin made a stunning blue, white & red entrance as a Bleeding Smurf. I don't know how well Smurfs can handle their alcohol, because it wasn't even midnight yet when this particular Smurfette tumbled her three apples down the stairs.

Meanwhile, Doctor Est, the breast doctor, was offering free examinations all night, while a demon-eyed, Angel-esque vampire spent the night looking for new victims and influencing his wife to help Dr. Est with the 'hands on' portion of his examinations. Upstairs, animatronic freddy Kreuger scared anyone on a journey to the bathroom. The toilet didn't get flushed much, but the floor needed constant mopping.

When the judging for best costume started, Jedi Kevin, weilding a 'real' lightsabre, attempted to influence the judges while others, like the fully decorated and lit-up Christmas Tree, tried to sneak closer for some eavesdropping. Even Rainypete, yes, THAT Rainypete, got in on the action.

Down in the Dungeon, drinks were flying thanks to the main bartender, Suz, and a number of guest-bartenders including Pirate Brett who made me a tasty concoction which I lost, and 80s White Snake-ish dude, >Ryan.

When everyone's bellies were full of beverages and chocolate, we held the Best Costume contest. The judges were myself, Suz, Penny, Chris and Robin. We agreed upon five favourite costumes: Austin Powers, the Vampire, the Christmas Tree, the Bleeding Smurf and Pirate Brett. In order to convince the other party-goers that they deserved the coveted Best Costume trophy, they had to act. In less than a minute they worked out a most hilarious, tears-rolling-down-your-face skit, which I video taped for years of future enjoyment, and maybe a little blackmail.

Everyone voted via almost-secret ballot, and the best costume trophy (an Oscar-like gold skeleton holding his own head) went to Vicki, the Bleeding Smurf. I assume she'll have some pics posted on her blog, but Duffman offers no promises. OH no!

For more pics of party wackiness, click here.
And here.
And even here.