Adult Halloween was last Saturday. We went to the party in our neighborhood that we always go to, the one hosted by my tennis friend where they go bananas starting on Labor Day and move out all their furniture and completely transform the place.
Whereas last year, I thought of our 1980's tennis players get-ups in, like, May, this year I was slow to get inspired. I had seen Silver Linings Playbook last year and for some reason it stuck with me. When nothing else presented itself, I quietly moved forward with that idea. Then at the last minute Matt announced he was borrowing someone's full-on movie-quality Chewbacca costume. That's really one of Matt's true inner selves, and I knew I couldn't stand in his way. But then he decided he didn't want to spend all night inside Chewbacca, so we went with my plan. It was a fun look, and in keeping with my philosophy of Halloween costumes that are kinda feel-good.
One guy guessed that we were salt and pepper shakers. I don't even know?
The day after that party, my friend asked me what kind of bra I was wearing, and then she went and bought one.
So, the party: Over the top and fun as always. Everyone looked great. Also I will never touch another jello shot. I mean, really. What the what. I swear I only had like two and there is this thing with them where you're fine and all the sudden why is this house so crooked?
I was trapped in a Dali painting so I didn't notice but apparently there was some shenanigans with the powder room, and people going into the powder room with people they shouldn't be in there with, i.e., anyone, and the hostess was having to pound on the door to dislodge whomever was in there. Lots of couples were going in there and one time, a chick and two dudes came out.
At a certain point, you kinda hope they're doing drugs. If that had been my house, I would have been like, "Get the eff out, you live AROUND THE CORNER." But I don't know. Probably somebody lost a contact lens and lots of different people were helping look for it.
My friend was Frida Kahlo and I was the only one who knew who she was. Speaking of Surrealismo.
|This was at the pre-party when everything still made sense.|
Jello shots are dumb.
Okay so then Matt took me home. It was really a lovely time, honestly.
The next day was the three-set tennis match against the horrible trolls. My entire tennis team was at the party so it's basically a miracle that anyone won a single point. But it turns out that three sets of tennis is a great cure for whatever ails you. Also it was nighttime by then so okay.
Did you guys dress up? Anybody go as the kids from Moonrise Kingdom? Because that would be adorable but I thought of it too late. And my other friend was like, "Yeah my husband thought of that too, you guys are weird."