Halloween generally means nothing less that an excuse for hundreds of photo's to be taken of people trying to look 'dead'. I wish I could say that Han, Charlie and I were too cool for this, but, as you would probably guess we were loving the excuse for a bit of Halloween photo action.
Poor old Charles had to go to work when we went the whole hog and dress up like versions of something dead... I was a bride, Hannah was a zombie come school girl kind of thing. Whatever the look was that we were going for, we tore up our clothes and wore A LOT of black/grey makeup and blood in order to achieve our 'dead' look.
This is us pulling our best dead face. Something to be proud of I know. Anyway, we went to a wicked halloween party. The whole house had been done out in bin bags and halloween decorations. Even a Bieber dart board, the perfect way to spend an evening.
Whilst all this decorating was pretty amazing. As with most halloween parties we speant most of the night being ridiculously antisocial and having a little photoshoot in the bathroom. I think about 2/3 of the photo's that we took that evening were in that room. Typical myspace styleee.
I bet our Junior school teachers would be well proud of this achievement and even more proud to hear that we played apple bobbing, the weird flour game where you try and get sweets from the flour with a soaking wet face post apple bobbing & the zombie game (where you see who can wrap up someone else in toilet roll like a zombie the fastest - I'm the reigning champ!). All of this with just the three of us in the house. Shockingly it wasn't even obscenely alcohol fuelled. Just a couple of glasses of red vino (aka blood) and thats the lot. Is it obvious that my mum's an Akela?
All that, a whole house decorated, and no bloody trick or treaters! What's the deal with that!? All we got was a couple of girls from the red cross. I was so disappointed when I opened the door that I had to give them some sweets out of my skeleton bag anyway. We thought we were going to get hundreds, we had haribo coming out of our ears in prepartion, but no, we've still got haribo coming out of our ears. What a disappointment.
Poor old Charles had to go to work when we went the whole hog and dress up like versions of something dead... I was a bride, Hannah was a zombie come school girl kind of thing. Whatever the look was that we were going for, we tore up our clothes and wore A LOT of black/grey makeup and blood in order to achieve our 'dead' look.
This is us pulling our best dead face. Something to be proud of I know. Anyway, we went to a wicked halloween party. The whole house had been done out in bin bags and halloween decorations. Even a Bieber dart board, the perfect way to spend an evening.
Whilst all this decorating was pretty amazing. As with most halloween parties we speant most of the night being ridiculously antisocial and having a little photoshoot in the bathroom. I think about 2/3 of the photo's that we took that evening were in that room. Typical myspace styleee.
God aren't we cool.
Aside from this party, Halloween reached new heights for our house on Sunday. We had The Tardis Halloween.
Hours of preparation led to sausage rolls shaped like mummies, a graveyard made of guacamole and crackers, ghostly cakes, eggy eyeballs and a brain sculpted from watermelon.
I bet our Junior school teachers would be well proud of this achievement and even more proud to hear that we played apple bobbing, the weird flour game where you try and get sweets from the flour with a soaking wet face post apple bobbing & the zombie game (where you see who can wrap up someone else in toilet roll like a zombie the fastest - I'm the reigning champ!). All of this with just the three of us in the house. Shockingly it wasn't even obscenely alcohol fuelled. Just a couple of glasses of red vino (aka blood) and thats the lot. Is it obvious that my mum's an Akela?
All that, a whole house decorated, and no bloody trick or treaters! What's the deal with that!? All we got was a couple of girls from the red cross. I was so disappointed when I opened the door that I had to give them some sweets out of my skeleton bag anyway. We thought we were going to get hundreds, we had haribo coming out of our ears in prepartion, but no, we've still got haribo coming out of our ears. What a disappointment.
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