Here’s the simplest thing I can say about Halloween this year: now THAT was a party.
Last Halloween, we had a blast at a showing of Rocky Horror in (where else) the closest thing Oregon has to a Transylvania, Eugene. There was hooting and hollering and random costumed party-hoppers stopping us on the street to perform lines pertinent to their costumes. The show itself inspired us to attempt Eddie and Columbia the next Halloween, which is precisely what we did:
Hot patootie, bless MY soul.
Last year’s costumes were a bit more demure:
It was more, we're just here for the show.
Let’s just say this: what we made up for in costumes this year, we also made up for in total all around party-tude. Let me set the scene: one of Kyle’s (awesome) co-workers owns a house in the country (no really…there’s country here). But we didn’t have the party at his house, oh no. He has another smaller, for lack of a better name, party house on his property, complete with a pool, a full kitchen and bedroom, gameroom, fire pit, and grill that you could roast a whole swine on.
Oh no, this? Just our spit, in case we have an additional pig to roast.
And this party is chock-a-block full of people: people from Kyle’s hospital, our host’s teenage kids and what seemed to be half the Texas class of 2014, little kids in costumes, and of course the requisite farm dog and cat wandering about. There’s a fire pit to congregate around (oh yes, forgot to mention: most of the action is outside. Good thing my outfit had PLENTY of fabric) and thumping music “the kids these days listen to” echoing through the forest surrounding us. Literally if you walked more than 50 feet in any direction, you would be lost to the world and we would be forced to finish your beer.
As for the costumes, they were altogether impressive. Our favorite costumes and people at the party had to be these lovely folks:
The sultan and his concubine, complete with excellent false boobage courtesy of eBay.
Everyone was in a great mood and we had such an awesome time. There was also a point in the night that involved a “Pepsi Challenge” with two types of tequila, so take that for what it’s worth.
Other than the Halloween party scene, turns out there are some commonalities between our two fair cities when it comes to a love of zombies. Granted, this year’s zombie activity was technically in Austin, but it involved someone from SA (namely yours truly) so it totally counts:
Portland zombies...
...Austin zombies. Photo credit: NoNo Joe on Flickr (click to see original photo).
PDX to SA 