So, when we left SPP (Super Party Planner for those who have not been following along) she had a house covered in mud and four billion dripping wet towels and various discarded mud covered clothes strewn all over the place.
A Depression Of Emos making costumes in the loungeroom.
And 30 minutes to transform the Party Room aka the dining room and playroom from Scoobified to Halloweenified.
Yes, they are so words.
Drama upon drama had beset our poor SPP, but she was not to be deterred. Armed with the promise of the sweet sweet nectar of the fermented grape she soldiered on.
Because she is fucking awesome like that.
A few Emos took pity on SPP and helped tear down the blue and yellow streamers and replace them with black and orange.
The Boyfriends little sister helped decorate when SPP threw her arms up in the air and considered hiding in the corner.
With the aforementioned fermented grape.
While Moo and RingInRanga posed for a million photos – none of which I have – in the product of their afternoon labours, Team Rocket outfits.
They looked awesome. And not slutty at all.
Which is kinda not the point for 19 year old girls on Halloween.
But their friend with the J cup boobs made up for it in her ‘Mile High Club’ costume.
As the cool kids say O.o
Here are some photos. Taken with my phone. And as we all know, my fucking phone has a mind of its own with its Daliesque interpretation of colour.
I should like, do some witty introductions and shit to them but WHATEVER.
the adults were more feral at the icecream bar than the 11-12 year olds.
if you don’t know where this quote is from, we cannot be friends any more.
made by Moo and The Boyfriend and decorated by Second Son – apparently the cranky one at the front of the blue plate is me. The one above it after I got me some alcomohol.
Again, no fucker touched the cake. I chucked it in an icecream container and gave it to Moo to take home the next day. Next year, fucking supermarket donuts. Ingrates.
Fun was had by all.
And you know what blew my motherfucking mind clear out the other side of my head? Dude dressed as a Gangstar and another as Darth Vader standing in the kitchen put their rubbish IN THE BIN and then when one accidentally spilled his drink they got some paper towel AND WIPED IT UP!
What is wrong with teenagers these days? Seriously.
Around midnight they all disappeared to go to show off their costumes at various clubs. Only to return in shifts throughout the night. Apparently Darth was passed out on my couch, but disappeared early.
Methinks Boo might have scared him off.
George Lucas should totally use him in his next movie.
And then, as promised, in the morning we had waffles.
And I never want to see icecream again.