Monday, October 29, 2007

Halloween Party

I'm not as crazy as this post makes me sound. P.S. There are lots of pictures, but hey, I like pictures.

My friend Tiffani and I thought it would be fun to throw a Halloween Party. Little did we realize what a big ordeal pulling off a party could be, especially when it's a costume party and there are lots of cute party ideas we want to copy from Southern Living and Martha Stewart (they're not as easy as the magazines make you think).

As you now know, Scott decided to epoxy and paint the garage last week . . . SO the day of the party, all of the clutter from the garage was still in the living room. Half of the food still needed to be prepared, the paper bats needed to be cut out and hung, the DJ lights needed to be set up, the house desperately needed to be cleaned, and I needed to make my costume. The night before, I made a list of everything that needed to get done before the party started. To make it more efficient, I prioritized the list and consolidated items into "what can I get done in an hour" groups. After doing this, I realized it would take me 11 hours to prepare for the party that started at 7:00 pm. (Of course because I knew I had so much to do the next day, I couldn't fall asleep until after 2:00 am.)

After waking up before 7:00 (this is a rarity for me, so 6:58 = before 7:00), I immediately started on my list. While preparing chocolate cookies in my 3rd hour, my sister Susan called because she needed me to check something really important on the computer (I assumed it must be the status of an order for her at-home-business). I was extremely stressed, knowing that if I didn't stick to my schedule, "crap" would hit the fan. When I exasperatingly asked her what she needed, she said that she needed me to check out two different blog templates to see which one I liked better. . . . Are you kidding me? That's the really important thing that I had to drop everything for? Blog templates? I told her I would check when I could and call her back with my opinion. A few hours later, she called again to see if I had had a chance to check the templates yet. . . . Again, are you kidding me? Templates? I was trying to organize my entire life (or so it seemed), and I only had five more hours left to do so.

Bless Scott. He had to put up with my psychotic mood when he got home from a long day (and night) at work. I let him sleep for a few hours, but as soon as he woke up, I put him to work. However, every time I saw him, he was always doing something that I hadn't asked him to do . . . mind you, he was still cleaning, but it wasn't in the order I had previously assigned, so it completely threw me off my schedule. I was losing my mind! and it finally hit me that I needed food! and a shower! So, I took a break, took a shower, and did my hair (one less thing to worry about for later), but after I did this, I became delirious. All of a sudden, I didn't have a care in the world, and tossed my schedule out the window. I was happy and dancing around the house with my hair so big and curly that if I sprayed it red, I could have been Raggedy Anne, or Annie. (There's a costume idea. We could have been Annie and Daddy Warbucks . . . perfect!)

The living room before (this doesn't really even show how bad it was).
The living room after - Scott is setting up the DJ lights.

About an hour before the party was scheduled to start, Andrew and Tiffani showed up to help with last-minute preparation. By then, I was much more normal. Andrew and Scott finished hanging up the bats while Tiffani and I set up the food. We were ready for the party to begin.
As couples arrived, we took their pictures (kind of like prom - minus the props - well, I guess we did have bats hanging behind them). We talked and got to know each other better, ate, and played games. We started by playing charades - we divided into two teams (boys - black balloons vs. girls - white balloons). We set the timer for five minutes, and whichever team popped the most balloons and acted out or sculpted (with clay) the most items on the pieces of paper, won. (The boys kicked the girls' butts - I think they cheated.) After that, we played "Signs," a game that's too complicated to explain. Overall, the party was a success.

The back of my scrubs said "Psych Ward," and one eye is dark while the other is bright (I wanted it to look like I had bi-polar disorder, but it just looked like I got punched by a patient).

Andrew, Tiffani, and their little boy Carson. It was Andrew's birthday, so it was especially nice of him to consent to wearing a dress on his special day.
The boys hanging out from left to right: Josh (who's hiding Ben), Scott, Andrew, & John Leslie, Catherine, & Tiffani
From left to right: Cherrie, Brandon, Lindsay, Baby Zoie, & Rob The Party Planners
Susan & John Ben, Baby Sara, & Leslie Robin & Eric Lindsay, Baby Zoie, & Rob Randy & Cherrie (Randy was a 3 Musketeer, but nicknamed himself the gay pirate.)
Tammy, Baby Dillon, Baby Maddie, & John
Crystal, Brandon, & Baby Hailee


  1. The party was a big success and everything that you tried to imitate at least worked! However, looking at the chaos I should have come over earlier to help you clean...sorry:( I wasn't even thinking about that. At least next year we'll be better prepared.

  2. There's no way I would have had you come over any earlier. It was your birthday. Next year we'll have to make the party even bigger. I'll just start preparing for it earlier.

  3. That was a great party! Thanks so much for all your hard work. We had a realy good time.

  4. Sheesh Liz. Get your priorities straight.

  5. Looks like you guys all had a great time. We miss you guys!!! We wish we were there... You guys look really cute, and you did a great job with the decorations;)

  6. And by the way, you're really fun to tweak!

  7. Your party looks like it was really fun. But I'm especially impressed with your list-making skills. No one can make lists like yours, not even me!!!

  8. (Yes, another comment from me. I'm just trying to get your numbers up for you.)

    And another by the way, you are that crazy. It's spelled O-C-D. You just need to own it - welcome to the club.

  9. Awesome! It seems like your sisiter is as fun as you are. Congratulations on your fun party.!

  10. Haha Susan's comments are hilarious. Yes Liz, you are a little OCD. But that's ok, there's nothing wrong with that. I think the gay pirate is a great costume. Looks like the party was a success, even if it was a stressful success!

  11. Thanks to Susan I finally figured out why we get along so, we both suffer from the same "disease".

  12. that sounds like so much fun! it's cool to see all the people in costumes, my mom and dad don't dress up.

  13. It's good to know that you actually began with working well and went crazy later. I'm usually all hay-wire at the beginning! LoL :)


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