He was turning 12 and he was too cool for school. I don't want a Halloween party, Mom, he said. I want a Scary Party. No costumes, just scary.
Oh, I said. Okay, I said.
Well, his sister disagreed. And promptly became Cleopatra.
And she found a goblin
to do her bidding.
In baskets, there were shrouds.....
for wrapping mummies.
Of course, there were those who refused embalming.
Guests were forced to eat poison apples with their hands tied behind their backs.
The only antidote could be found in eyeball cupakes (ahem, real eyeballs, of course).
There was a tug of war with visiting ghouls...
Before dinner was cooked on the firey embers of hell.
And then a viewing of The Mummy in the Peacock Pavilions outdoor cinema. A bonfire was roaring and there was much toasting of marshmellows.
Guests were given handmade CDs with extra scary music as favors.
But the scariest part at this Scary Party was that the girls were wearing bras. (I'm in so much trouble, I can see it now!) Not to mention that the birthday boy was given fake cigarettes as a birthday gift (?!). What if....what if one day they're real?