Hallo! Ween!
Posted by Dalif on 04/11/2009 at 05:54
Filed Under: Real Life
Note from author: this entry was actually written on the eve of Hallow. In other words, when I wrote this, the party had not taken place yet. It has now, hence the fact that a photo from the party is posted with this article.
Yeah, it's that time of year again. Spooky time. Not that we usually celebrate it around these parts. Well, not since the very early days, when the actual meaning behind Halloween was still honored and revered. And indeed even known by the layman. But with globalization in full effect, it's something we're beginning to consider across the proverbial pond. I...? I planned this big bash with a friend. And while it's going to be funsies, I'm sure, it sure is stressing me the hell out.
We talked about it in August already, when in Berlin. "Wouldn't it be fun to have a dress-up party?" somebody (possibly me) remarked one evening, when relaxing in the apartment down there. The others agreed. And all of a sudden we were discussing options and ideas for costumes and decoration. Since I have the largest apartment, and I've always fancied throwing a party, we agreed it should be held at my place. Back in August, Halloween seemed extremely far out in the obscure future. Now, however, it's nigh, and even though we've got most of it ready and waiting, it still has me worried sick that I won't be able to come through or something.
The happy couple display their welcoming postures.
It's my inate fear of... well.. the unknown, I guess. Fear of what might happen. I don't trust my luck, and I'm sure something will be wacked up. Also, I've a problem with working stuff up in my imagination, only to disappoint myself. I'm trying not to, but it's prone to happen anyway. Getting things corddinated seems easy when you're working with other people. But when it's my own time, I have the hardest time making stuff fit in. Also, I feel like I'm disappointing others involved if I can't meet what I assume to be their demands.
But the party is going to happen, whether I'm ready or not. So I'll just have to come to terms with that, and then have it be a while before I throw another bash. We've got booze and beer and stuff ready to go, snacks and decor. I'm going to the tricks and fun store now, to see if I can find canned spider web. I don't even know if it exists, but if it does, I'm getting some. Spray it everywhere, just to mood things up. Bat and witch cutouts. Pumpkins. Et cetera et cetera. It's the whole shebang.
I'm going as Pennywise the Clown. From IT.. the Stephen King novel turned film, remember? Yeah, most people do. And besides the white facepaint, I've got a pretty cool costume. My mom made it for me (yeah, I'm 30 years old, and I still have my mom sowing stuff for my dress up parties). It's cool, and I'm looking forward to seeing it with full make-up. Anywho, he's well scary, as the old coupling of clowns, who are inherently fun and laugh inducing, with batshit evil just seems to take evil to a new level. Tim Curry sure did a splendid thing for people already slightly frightened by clowns.
Besides that, I think we'll see a good array of costumes, ranging from the "murdered on the way to the party" to the "been dead since before America was discovered" variation. I hope so anyway. Lots of fake blood, vampire teeth, cowls and perhaps even a fake eyeball. Who knows. We've invited a largish list of selected folks, hoping that a lot of them turn up. The more the merrier, I suppose.
With a decent night of sleep, I hope I can clear these thoughts out, and get into party mood. I'm planning on getting insanely drunk anyway, so I can spent my entire Sunday just fucked up on the couch. It's been a while. Oh well. I'll let you guys know how it went. Those of you invited, see you. Those of you not invited, perhaps you should start being nicer to me (provided you even want to go). Start by giving me money or gifts next time we meet. Toodles.
