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I had ten eleven guests show up to the Devil Girl house for my first attempt at a Halloween party. Spoiler: it went well! There were Xers and millenials. Kinksters and vanilla folk. Queers and hets. Burners and... people who don't talk about Burning Man all the time.
I got the right amount of sushi, which was, for the record, four of Uwajimaya's "small" platters. I have more red wine than I started with. The unusual boozes were the ones that got notably snarfed: a bottle of mead and most of 1.8l of decent sake. Tacoma Girl, of course, drank non-dark beer.
Shiny H & Shiny G brought a fabulous pumpkin spice cheesecake, most of which is still in my fridge, and a flower arrangement.
Tacoma Girl brought edibles. I didn't partake because I needed to not be horizontal.
Thing that didn't go well: the electroluminescent wire that I attached to my balcony railing. Zip-lock bags and strapping tape were apparently not enough to keep the rain out of the driver circuits. They didn't catch fire, but neither did they work for very long. Le sigh.
Thing that did go at least reasonably well: projecting a video loop of dripping blood on the blocked-out upper east windows.
Thing that was hilarious: as at my 50th birthday party, the last song on the playlist was "Dancing Queen". Tacoma Girl, ever the punk, objected strenuously. After that she got tired of Chappell Roan and asked me to restart the playlist. The song that I put at the end to signal that people should maybe think about leaving... didn't work. The last of the guests didn't leave until after 0230, and the party had started at 2000. I spent roughly seven hours in the Devil Girl corset.
No, I didn't have any fountains squirting White Russians out of the nipples or a whole roast suckling pig as did the Blue House parties, but I think I did all right as a hostess. Happiness.
I got the right amount of sushi, which was, for the record, four of Uwajimaya's "small" platters. I have more red wine than I started with. The unusual boozes were the ones that got notably snarfed: a bottle of mead and most of 1.8l of decent sake. Tacoma Girl, of course, drank non-dark beer.
Shiny H & Shiny G brought a fabulous pumpkin spice cheesecake, most of which is still in my fridge, and a flower arrangement.
Tacoma Girl brought edibles. I didn't partake because I needed to not be horizontal.
Thing that didn't go well: the electroluminescent wire that I attached to my balcony railing. Zip-lock bags and strapping tape were apparently not enough to keep the rain out of the driver circuits. They didn't catch fire, but neither did they work for very long. Le sigh.
Thing that did go at least reasonably well: projecting a video loop of dripping blood on the blocked-out upper east windows.
Thing that was hilarious: as at my 50th birthday party, the last song on the playlist was "Dancing Queen". Tacoma Girl, ever the punk, objected strenuously. After that she got tired of Chappell Roan and asked me to restart the playlist. The song that I put at the end to signal that people should maybe think about leaving... didn't work. The last of the guests didn't leave until after 0230, and the party had started at 2000. I spent roughly seven hours in the Devil Girl corset.
No, I didn't have any fountains squirting White Russians out of the nipples or a whole roast suckling pig as did the Blue House parties, but I think I did all right as a hostess. Happiness.
