Thursday, 5 November 2009

Fuck off Santa, It's October 31st.

October 31st. The day where Britain sighs all together in a union against dressing up like a twat and begging for candy from strangers. Don't worry kids, it's okay to advertise yourselves to strangers today, this candy is fine and the people are nothing but friendly and innocent.
I decided to host a party, as opposed to enduring the above and have a high possibility of getting egged. Now I'm always up for a bit of fancy dress, this way I can dress like some fictional character without the inevitable eye rolls and police complaints. I invited more than the usual crowd as c'mon, Halloween is definitely the holiday to all be together, not Christmas or Thanksgiving.
Checklist: fancy dress - mandatory. Alcohol - essential. Two vital ingredients for a Halloween party. I myself, being the comic/superhero/sci-fi enthusiast strove towards something with... well, a comic/superhero/sci-fi quality. And would you guess it? A Jedi Knight. I would of selected the title Jedi Grand Master but seemingly not many people are familiar with this title, so it's back to third best Jedi. I had my Jedi robe, big Jedi belt and the essential Jedi weapon... the almighty lightsaber. They were all out of the yellow lightsaber crystals so blue it was! The costume was ready and the house ready awaiting its guests to ruin it. Here. We. Go.
There was a prize for best costume, which in hindsight promotes underage drinking and a life signed on, but what the hell, a bottle of vodka is well worth dressing up. The contest was wiped up by our very own Rob Johanson (Swedish and Irish decent - a very white citizen) dressing up as the one and only Samuel L. Jackson. The passion was there along with the cheap afro wig and a lot of black face paint. Solid effort. He drank that vodka with pride... although some nameless people were unhappy with the result. It just goes to show that some cheap wig and face paint can take you far in a low-budget Halloween house party contest.
The night went swimmingly and everybody seemed to enjoy themselves. I'd give it an 8/10. Not bad for the last party I'm allowed, which would definitely show you I know how to host a banging party.