|The Halloween Hangover
||[Nov. 4th, 2007|03:36 pm]
Funny. Someone said to me Halloween night, |
Well, it would be, but I haven't managed to get close to a hangover-worthy drunk on Halloween since I started participating/organizing Scary Perry. By the time the show opens the adrenalin in my body is roaring like I'm burning jet fuel. The thoughts in my head are going so fast that my brain is chapped. I could eat an entire coconut cake and not gain an ounce. (Um, note to someone for next year: Bring Mere a coconut cake) Alcohol doesn't have a chance; it's burned off before it can even break the blood-brain barrier.
On the other hand, by the next mornning, the HOUSE and YARD have a hangover. Candy wrappers EVERYWHERE. Four leafn'lawnbagsworth of leaves strewn about the inside of the house. Other people's belongings litter every surface. (That's it. Next year, you're all getting your own cubbies. I spend all year trying to get this stuff back to you...) Food, make-up bits, bottles, cups, wigs....that's not even counting all of the props for the actual event.
I'm talking the kind of hangover it takes DAYS to get over. Really, because I still have tombstones out front...yard furniture in odd places, extension cords dangling from bushes and windows, "Caution Fresh Graves" tapes tied to trees, piles of ghosts and owls and magic wands and brooms and spiders and don't even get me started on all of the tools, art supplies, staplers, and rolls of duct tape....
Granted, we were away at a dear friend's wedding this weekend, so I left the yard looking not too outrageous, but while I was gone, the neighbors returned all of the stuff they borrowed, so I came home to what looks like the remnants of an Addams family yard sale scattered around the yard.
And of course, there are coffins to pack back up and luminaries to empty out and....all of that personal stuff (like CLEANING) that I put off in order to make Halloween happen. Urgh.