Went to a fab party last night. It was a mate's annual Halloween Party - and as usual, everyone had to wear costumes. I settled for the vampire outfit that I wore last year but added more accessories and make-up to show I was making some effort.
Decided to give my boots a second chance, dug out some black lace gloves I was given for my birthday and used a glittery bath ball that I got for Christmas. OK, technically vampires don't glitter but it's better to be a glittering vampire than a glittering bird in a suit.
Have a feeling the glitter is here to stay. Despite attempts to remove it, I still keep catching glimpses of glitter on myself (and my bloke). Be warned, stick to the bath melts instead, particularly the Dreamtime one which smells gorgeous, if you don't want to glitter forever.
The boots were less painful than last time. Then again, I couldn't feel my toes when people stepped on them so we're still not talking the best boots in the world.
My bloke was going to go as a vampire too. He got his suit on and then learned that the white make-up we'd got was rubbish. It kept sliding off and nothing would make it stick. He refused to let me darken his eyes or give him red lips with the plea 'Don't make me look like a girl.' We settled for him carrying a tube of (fake) blood figuring that he could always cover his face in it if need be.
He didn't but it came in useful for adding extra horror to a very foxy witch's outfit. The blood ended up trickling down her cleavage, thus (further) dragging every bloke there's attention to her chest. Don't blame them for looking to be honest. Had long conversation with her. Turned out she's a surgeon and so we had suitably Halloween-y conversations about cutting people up, then moved on to the usual topics of life, sex and men.
There were loads of wild and wonderful costumes on display. The hostess was a very fetching Drusilla from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. There was a nurse with blood-stained uniform (made all the more disturbing because the person wearing it really is a nurse), a vicar with devils' horns, a variety of monsters and several masked movie serial killers.
Interesting mix of people; roughly half media and half medics. Spent ages chatting to a lovely gay couple. One of them wants to be a writer and thinks he's got a good screenplay in him. Given some of the stories he was telling us (think sex, drugs n rock'n'roll then add some more leather) I can well believe it. Invited them round for dinner. Also invited a lovely Northern Irish psychiatric nurse, the surgeon/witch and probably some more people too.
Can tell it was a good night because I only realised the time when I was in the cab home. Rather than the 1am I was expecting it to be, it was 4am. Felt very bad for the hostess after that, particularly given that somehow the party had descended into cabaret tunes being sung (not by me. I wasn't *that* drunk). A top night out. Such a good night that today has been less than productive, entailing me lying on the sofa, switching channels on the TV and eating. Ah well, can always work tomorrow.
Posted by emilyd at November 03, 2002 10:32 PM