So, I had a Halloween party on the Saturday before Halloween, or really I should say that I was talked into a Halloween party by some friends from work. It goes like this, Brits think that Americans have all these weird giant Halloween parties and they don't really get them. BUT they love to dress up and drink beer - so acouple of American friends said "Let's throw a Halloween party<" and I said "OK, we can use me flat." All agreed it would be agreat idea. However, we didn't take into account that a) it was half-term, which is this strange British time when schools go on break so ALL families of means flee the country, so all teh grownups we know (aka those with kids) had left town, b) evite is way to scary/complicated to for Brits to use and they are afraid to admit they cannot use it so they don't come and/or c) no one wanted to come to a party (that couldn't be!).
It turned out to be fine and fun. We had the usual assortment of priests, medusas, cats, french maids, school girls, men and dogs in matching bathrobes with hats (!?), ghosts, an Indian Chief and at least three folks who didn't comprehend "costume."
We carved pumpkins, drank beer and wine, and listend to the top 100 hits of 1972. The above picture was taken the following day to show off the pumpkin carving skills of my British, South African, Swiss, Australian, Jamaican and American friends.
I still have beer.
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