It’s been years since I’ve dressed up for Halloween, seriously, years. It’s been so long that I can’t even remember my last Halloween costume (but I do remember being Madonna for like five years in a row when I was a kid… Madonna is the Halloween gift that keeps on giving). So this year when I found out that Brother-in-Law and Child Bride would be hosting a Halloween party (a whole three days before), I panicked a bit about the costume thing.
Sidebar: Child Bride kept referring to her party as, F Halloween (except F was the full four letter word ending in K) and not in French, in English. She’d say, “Oui, ce soir, F Halloween“. It confused me as to why she didn’t like Halloween but was throwing a party to celebrate it, until I realized that she had no idea what she was actually saying. You know that scene in The Princess Bride, where Inigo turns to Vizzini and says, “Inconceivable. You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” Yeah, that’s what it felt like.
Plus, Child Bride forbid me to be Blair from Gossip Girl, she said it was cheating, which totally blows because; headband – check, pretty blouse – check, pencil skirt – check, fab shoes – check. How is that cheating?! Whatevs. If I couldn’t be Blair (which honestly is really only dressing like me pre-LPV, so I guess it is kind of cheating) I would at least be comfy. And that’s when I had a stroke of genius… I would wear my jammies, put my hair in pigtails, and go as a sleepy toddler, or even better… La Petite. Sorted.
I was super excited with my costume idea, it would be so easy, I would be so comfy, I wouldn’t even have to change before bedtime, but then The Husband in a total Grinch that stole Halloween move, begged me to not wear my jammies, using the excuse that I would be cold. Whatevs.
Well since I already bought the baby bottle, the pacifier, and the teddy bear, I was still going as a toddler. So I put on brightly colored clothes, threw the hair in pigtails, filled up the baby bottle with Rosé and I was ready to go.
Mr. & Mrs. London got way more into it. They had stopped at a party shop in Toulon on the way to The LPV and bought Vampire costumes. I was well jell.
The Husband decided to go as a rugby player which to be honest was a tad boring, until Mr. London wrapped his head in a bandage and put fake blood down the side (10 points for creativity Mr. London).
Gatz was also supposed to go as a rugby player and he and The Husband would wear their matching Leinster jerseys and be twinkies (of course they would) but since his car had broken down, and he ended up at my house without his jersey that was kiboshed. And being the fuddy duddy that he is, he said he wasn’t going to dress up at all, that is until The Husband and Mr. London tackled him to the ground, wrapped him in plastic sacs, and fastened him with tape, causing him to look like some hobo from outerspace or something. Mr. London then plopped his Vampire wig on him to complete the look. See… Space Hobo…
Except it would have been nice if they had at least let him take off his wool sweater before they wrapped him in plastic. The poor guy was sweating buckets by the end of the night.
We arrived at Brother-in-Law’s and the party was in full swing… Brother-in-Law was dressed as Rambo, Child Bride was that Gypsy from The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Honey’s Honey was a cop, and Honey Jr was wearing some creepy ass pig mask.
Total blogger fail because I didn’t take more photos. BUT, Mr. London did manage to capture this magical moment
and this one too
. And I promise you if you click over, you won’t regret it, not one bit.