We went to the monthly flea market this weekend to stock up on Halloween party basics. The psycho killer theme is going to get played out to disturbing lengths. Read: doll massacre. We bought several dolls/stuffed animals for 1 Euro each. I will cut off the heads and put them inside our tall, skinny, head-sized shelf. One head per shelf. I’ve also decided to dress as a cute version of Chucky. I found a child’s dress (little short and tighter than intended) for 3 euros. I’m going to a costume store this week in search of ruffled leggings, a wig and eyelashes. I’m also going to carry around a large pair of scissors. Robert wants to be a butcher, but hasn’t found an apron. I’ve ordered him a fake knife from an online store because the thought of him drinking and walking around with a sharp knife brings out the worried mother in me. Someone could get hurt! (don’t worry, I’ll carry my scissors pointing down, just like I learned in school)
So far, the Germans we’ve invited seem skeptical about Halloween. Germans dress up for Karneval and don’t seem excited to add another dressing up holiday. But I’m sure some people will come because, hey, it’s free beer. We invited 50 people. We live in a small place, but can probably squeeze in 20. So we’re hoping the mandatory costume part will keep away hafl the invitees.
Of course, no party will be the same without the Spokane crew. I have fond memories of the morning-after brunch at the Cannon Street Grill for the Party Rehash. Almost as fun as the event itself.
ng a typical urban European lifestyle which means we recycle and don’t have a car. So I’ve found myself having to transport crazy heavy cases of drinks home. It’s a tricky. I balance all these glass bottles on the back of my bike. Getting them up the stairs is a pain in the arms. What I wouldn’t give for a run to Costco in a friend’s SUV.
