... Take 2 of the house party in Downers Grove (way the eff out in the 'burbs!) hosted by a colleague of The Fella's. There were all-out, spooky suburban house decorations, screaming kids, and a buffet table full of themed goodies.
... Followed by an extravagant event at a mansion. Yes, that's what I said. An actual mansion, Stan Mansion is in an old residential neighborhood, but was the scene of an uh-MAZ-ing venue yesterday night for the Captain Morgan's Halloween Bash. It was pirates-meet-sexy-Halloween-circus, with aerial silk artists, acrobats, mimes, and stilt-walkers. Guests arrived in elaborate, wildly clever, hand-made costumes ranging from Creepy Bride (in a real wedding dress) to the Mad Hatter, the Facebook Like Button to Ninjas, a Blue Man who interacted with other guests to Gay Guys, and Little Bo Peep and Her Sheep to a Rescued Chilean Miner. It was the kind of epic, over-the-top, bacchanal that Lincoln Road, South Beach parties are made of!
For someone who claims to be anti-Halloween, I guess I *might* be becoming a fan, as long as I can keep it simple amidst others' wild revelry.
* Not pictured: The Fella losing his keys. The Fella losing his wedding ring while taking the dog out at the park, then finding it. The dog rolling around in poop. The Fella misplacing the correct day of a party. The Fella getting pulled over for a moving violation, and luckily, only issued a warning.








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