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.
Of course, there were those who refused embalming.
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?