To put it in a simple, if slightly risque manner after our traditional annual Halloween sleepover ……. we are totally and probably irreparably kn*****ed, perhaps a bit of a mahooosive exaggeration, as they do say time heals, but as I try and post this Darrell is lying prone and severely castrated in his darkened boudoir, alongside Nigel who says he is only able to accept, and I quote, “nil by mouth in small doses”! What is are they both like? I am just in need of lots of hot sweet tea, bought every half hour by Kata our wonderful friend and neighbour across the hallway.
As with all parties there were countless last minute things to be done, lanterns to hang and one bed to be re-made after the last minute arrival of a Sugar Skull/Day of The Dead bedspread from Hugh, Darrell’s best friend and mentor of all things avant-garde and saveloy faire! To be honest, there was no time for our usual emotion …..
……. because there was also a hairdressing salon to be set up (????) because all little spooks need to be, according to Darrell, neatly coiffed not to mention a gruesome and haunting doorbell for Nigel to stick up.
There was some debate as to whether the welcoming plaque on our front door was still appropriate or not, after there being something on the news about the word “spooky” having connotations, however we decided to throw caution to the wind for this year at least and rely on miserable gentleman upstairs to point out any seasonal misdemeanour…..
… especially as there was still Nigel’s “E No. extravaganza of a cocktail bar to be prepped ……..
Never let it be said that we didn’t put our hearts and souls into the event ….. I did tell Darrell that the pumpkin he had bought was perhaps a trifle on the ambitious large size ………
…….. but he insisted it was perfect and was determined to hollow and carve it out, single handed, as a matter of pride, no matter how long it took ……..
…… so, despite intermittent and at times alarming bouts of cramp, spasm and digital numbness …… three hours and twenty six and a half minutes later, to be precise, it was done, just in time for Iris and Bertie’s “buoyant” arrival!
If it’s OK, I’ll leave it there for today …….. despite my wry humour it was all perfect ……… so many wonderful memories were made, with so much laughter ……… I just need to join Darrell and Nigel for an hour or two!
2 comments:
The boyz hav dun verry veryy verryy gud, yet again. I'm sure I and B had a wonderful time, that they will remember for the rest of their lives.
"A Sugar Skull/Day of The Dead bedspread from Hugh." A perfectly-timed gift. Well done, Hugh!
Remember the Day of the Dead parade in Mexico City, in the James Bond film, Spectre? There was never such a parade, prior to the movie. Afterwards, the James Bond people donated props and costumes to the city and they have held similar, massive parades since.
Mrs. D and I went, the first year, and it was very impressive.
That is very interesting indeedy Mr D...........as for this mahoosive undertaking by the boyz - what you put in, is what you'll get out - and you've put in a lot of work boyz so you'll reap the benefits to be sure! Two very happy but scaredy campers! JantheFan x
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