Halloween Party

 First of all, Lucy is NOT cool with the time change. She has been standing there alternately staring at her food bowl and me for the last fifteen minutes. We usually feed her at five, and I am determined to hold out at least until four, and then shift gradually over the next couple of weeks.

Content warning: Mild drunken debauchery. Skip if that's not your thing. 

As I mentioned, our friends Janet and Dave always have a Halloween party the Saturday before Halloween. It's potluck for food, they usually make some kind of yummy drink and there is a penalty drink for anyone who doesn't wear a costume. The implication is that the penalty drink will be unpalatable, but I don't recall anyone ever having to drink the penalty drink. 

The party begins the same - we arrive, admire everyone's costumes, catch up with anyone we haven't seen for a while - but, unsurprisingly, it doesn't always end the same, and the vibe is variable. Some years we go hard until 4 a.m. and I walk home, and have to walk over to retrieve my vehicle and whatever is left of my dignity. Some years we end up watching a bunch of music videos and arguing about the best guitar players and impugning everyone else's taste in music. Some years it's mellow and we just sit around and talk.

Human disco ball. She threw really cool lights on the ceiling.

 

Ghostbuster. There were no ghosts at the party, well done Dave

Viking

Other viking. Dog.

Disco ball, Yukon Cornelius from Rudolph, Laura Ingalls, K-Pop Demon Hunter

This year Caitlin - Janet and Dave's daughter - brought out her homemade Chutes and Ladders drinking game, which I maintain should have an upper age limit if you're actually drinking alcohol, because it was acceptable to play and just drink Coke or water.

I have also mentioned that most of our kids who still live locally inexplicable choose to hang out with us, and then some of their friends end up also hanging out with us, and sometimes I wonder if it all might become the slightest bit...

unseemly?...

All consenting adults!

Honestly, when I first read 'baby birding' I was worried we'd have to spit the shot in someone's mouth, so this was kind of a relief. 

Arm wrestle

Staring contest

Jacob having to do jumping jacks until Melanie took a shot. She took her time. 

I was relying on Rachel's girlfriend Alina to help me find my playing piece and move it the appropriate number of spaces and then read whatever was on the space, not because I was too drunk to read, but because my eyes were too old and I didn't have my reading glasses. So I should not have been surprised when Collette later revealed that the younger set started conspiring to have Michael land on all the spaces with embarrassing stuff. This worked out fine because Michael is a good sport, and is probably the only one that would have been able to wear Rachel's costume easily when they had to trade.

Rachel looked kind of fire in his costume also, so win-win?