St. Valentines day party
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February 14th, 2009 – by: AndyBrook
I had just passed the Microsoft exam that I have been studying for that afternoon, so I was in a great party mood. I foolishly persuaded my Sis K and my bro-in-law D to dress up with me as Zombies. We rushed out and got some face paint, I did my best but I’m just not practiced at putting on makeup, so K helped. D managed to put his own on unassisted (he must have had some previous experience) and we all put on similar jackets and shirts.
B and his wife S were hosting the party at their house, which they have designed in a Gothic horror stroke late nineteenth century brothel style, which is very popular these days.
Firstly there is the Hearse parked out front, which gives all visitors an immediate clue that this place is not your run-of-the-mill suburbanite home. Inside the theme continues, with spooky artistic details added everywhere. Distinctly aware of my own fragile mortality I grabbed a beer and S took me on a tour. There were Smoked glass chandeliers and flame etched mirrors, the kitchen had a human figure shaped knife block in blood red and the piece de resistance had to be the bathroom, designed as a slasher movie murder scene with a body outline on the floor and blood splattered walls (it looked like A RH positive but I couldn’t be sure).
But these extra touches weren’t just for the party, B & S must have spent months perfecting all the details. They’ve got more style in their little fingers than any big name designer has in their entire body (Frank Lloyd Wright eat your heart out, Dr Hannibal Lecter leave Frank alone).
Next came my favourite part, the food. There was a tower of profiteroles and strawberries all glued together with chocolate, interesting cheeses, pizza and curry and puncture wound muffins, with cherry pie filling inside (yum).
After much eating, drinking and zombie chasing it was time for a lot of people to go (I managed to stretch my welcome until about 3:00am and then felt a little under the weather the next day). There were the usual goodbye’s at the door until to my friend K’s abject horror she could only find one boot.
But on this topic I could not possibly comment further, suffice to say I’ll have to find a better hiding place next time.
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