Thanks so much for all the feedback last week. Many of you commented on my use of Kit Kats as utensils but the results were split. Half of you find me incredibly inventive and the other half of you find me to be a disgusting amalgamation of lard masquerading as a human girl. Can’t win ‘em all.
While we're all recovering from yesterday's festivities (as a working adult with no children, my festivities included writing this blog and watching American Horror Story), allow me to regale you with my Halloweekend activities.
This year I chose to save the drama for your llama and dressed as Yzma. I had a lot of fun making my costume and only a little carpal tunnel. Thank goodness for my sewing machine and hot glue gun. Without them I would be forced to buy a costume and in doing so would save hours of my life and honestly, probably money too knowing the way I shop at Michaels.
Please observe my intense Yzma lashes and earrings. I used a filter in one of these selfies.
But I won't tell you which one.
Emily and I spent all last week trying to get our new apartment ready. We decorated. We cooked. We made it nice. I used my chalkboard that was originally created to keep score during the Rio Olympics as a festive welcome sign. I presented the mini pumpkins that my roommates and I marbled with the help of rejected nail polish shades. And of course I had a fall candle burning. Not the black flame candle, don't worry.
Lupe was the first to arrive and was promptly greeted slash attacked by my doggie Kuzco. I did triage and gave him the necessary amount of side-eye.
We had some snacks. Mummies in a blanket. Eyeballs made of powdered donuts and cake. Crackers for my vegan cousin. #Inclusive #IsDr.Peppervegan? There is honestly nothing scarier than planning a meal for a vegan. But it's only hard to feed if a vegan if you take their dietary restrictions into consideration. I did not. When Drew showed up I just let him read the nutritional information of everything in my pantry. Emily and I offered him every vegan product we owned because if there is something vegan-friendly in this apartment it was a mistake.
We took pictures, played Loaded Questions, did makeup and ended the night with Blackfish because documentaries are the realest horror movies.
The next day we cemented our costume ideas for next year. My twisted sisters and I will be going as Marilyn Manson band members. They all have the first names of famous starlets and the last names of infamous serial killers. It's genius. I'm going to go as Olivia Newton Bundy.
This year I chose to save the drama for your llama and dressed as Yzma. I had a lot of fun making my costume and only a little carpal tunnel. Thank goodness for my sewing machine and hot glue gun. Without them I would be forced to buy a costume and in doing so would save hours of my life and honestly, probably money too knowing the way I shop at Michaels.
Please observe my intense Yzma lashes and earrings. I used a filter in one of these selfies.
But I won't tell you which one.
Emily and I spent all last week trying to get our new apartment ready. We decorated. We cooked. We made it nice. I used my chalkboard that was originally created to keep score during the Rio Olympics as a festive welcome sign. I presented the mini pumpkins that my roommates and I marbled with the help of rejected nail polish shades. And of course I had a fall candle burning. Not the black flame candle, don't worry.
Lupe was the first to arrive and was promptly greeted slash attacked by my doggie Kuzco. I did triage and gave him the necessary amount of side-eye.
We had some snacks. Mummies in a blanket. Eyeballs made of powdered donuts and cake. Crackers for my vegan cousin. #Inclusive #IsDr.Peppervegan? There is honestly nothing scarier than planning a meal for a vegan. But it's only hard to feed if a vegan if you take their dietary restrictions into consideration. I did not. When Drew showed up I just let him read the nutritional information of everything in my pantry. Emily and I offered him every vegan product we owned because if there is something vegan-friendly in this apartment it was a mistake.
We took pictures, played Loaded Questions, did makeup and ended the night with Blackfish because documentaries are the realest horror movies.
The next day we cemented our costume ideas for next year. My twisted sisters and I will be going as Marilyn Manson band members. They all have the first names of famous starlets and the last names of infamous serial killers. It's genius. I'm going to go as Olivia Newton Bundy.
Picture it. Long brown hair parted down the middle. Leather pants. Red heels. Black off the shoulder top. Arm in a sling. "Tell me about it, Ted."
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