Party Time!

Actually, it's no longer party time. Simmer down, people, simmer down. It's really nothing to get excited about, the party is over. You can either pack up and leave, or you can stay and read on to find out what I'm talking about.

What I'm talking about: this will be a blog post about a 21st party I went to on Friday.

Okay, I went to a joint 21st birthday party last Friday, the 13th. Joint between one of my sisters and a friend. It was Tim Burton themed, costume dress up. You had to dress up as someone from a Tim Burton movie -if you hadn't guessed that already. You may be wondering who I dressed up as, well I'll tell you. I went as Ichabod Crane from Sleepy Hollow. And let me tell you, I look dashing in a black waistcoat and boots with my hair swept back.

We spent like three months preparing for this party. It took so long because the birthday girls decided that not only did they want a dress up party, but they also wanted to decorate the house Tim Burton styled. There were three main rooms on the downstairs floor, which were set for different themes. The first, the living room, was a Dark Shadows theme. It had a coffin, 70s disco ball on the ceiling, and a portrait of Barnabas Collins staring out over those that decided to brave the dance floor. There was also a fog machine to add to the effect.

The second room, the dining room, was an Alice in Wonderland Mad Hatter's tea party set. They'd set up a bunch of tables in a row, covered it in different coloured table clothes, spread utensils, cups, bowls, and tea pots around the place. It looked quite nice. In the spot of honour in the middle of the table was the birthday cake made by a professional cake maker, Flower and Fondant. It was a cake, two tiered, a chocolate, cherry ripe cake on the first layer and a Bailey's white chocolate cake for the second. Covered in purple fondant on a black and white checked board, with black vines and a black rose swirling it's way up the side. Sitting on top were about four or five, purple/blue, seeming to glow, toadstools. It was quite impressive.

The third room, lounge room #2, was made up for Sweeny Todd. There was a sign with Mrs Lovett's pies, with blood streaks across it, and instruments of pie making were spread around the room. Including an old, metal meat grinder we found all ready to grind human flesh.

Outside the front door was Corpse Bride land. We had candles along the path, a great deal of fake cobwebs with spiders, snow, a hand reaching out from the snow with a ring on its finger, and a mound of snow with the green maggot -whatever its name is- peeping out from it watching you as you bang on the door requesting to be allowed entrance.

Around the back of the house was The Nightmare Before Christmas. We had pumpkins, carved of course, the dog -whose name I also cannot remember- hanging from the ceiling. It was fake, it was a ghost so don't be alarmed. And a board, 3D pop out, of the purple tongue with Jack Skellington striding majestically across it on the wall. All props, all over the house, were made by us. It was a fantastic display.

Upstairs, the final decoration, was the scarecrow from The Nightmare Before Christmas, pointing the way to the toilets. A degrading job for a majestic, gentlemanly scarecrow such as him, but there you go. He wasn't allowed outside in case he got rained on.

As for costumes for the night. They were quite good. My family is a bunch of Cosplayers, so we know how to make good costumes. I'd name all that were there but too many to count. I can't remember how many people were there either. It was a grand affair.

For sake of decency, and respect for certain friends, though they really deserve none, I won't mention the foul ruffians who desecrated the party with their obnoxious foul language, drinking habits, and smoking of certain substances, and slutty performance from the girls. Or the music we were forced to endure.

Besides all them, everyone else at the party were fantastic. I had a great deal of fun talking to friends, and making new ones, stuffing my face, and just looking plain dashing in black. I look dashing in all colours, but the black certainly suited me more than anything else. It brought out the colour of my eyes, you know.

-Peter.