Good morning peepzz!
So… Halloween happened last weekend! And it was fun! :D
On Thursday the 30th we went to this big Halloween
party in Elephant and Castle which is a different part of London. It went the
way those huge parties always go for me: The prepping and getting ready with my
friends was fun, the pre-drinks awesome, the bus ride there hilarious and then
the party… the party itself stunk. TYPICAL. The club was pretty nice and there
were two dancefloor-y things, but downstairs had crap music and upstairs was
basically a sauna in the Sahara. No bueno. The bus ride home and the inevitable
cheesy chips from ‘’Cutty Sark Restaurant’’ (Our favourite, sliiiiightly dodgy kebab-place)
made everything better again. In the end foam canons and bouncy castles filled
with drunken strangers cannot hold a candle to carb-y deliciousness and good
friends.
But now, let’s move over to the best part… My costume!
I went as super-creepy dead doll! Easiest costume in the
world. I bought some ridiculously overpriced white tights from American Apparel
because apparently they are the only shop in London that sell white tights for
adults. At least they were good quality. Then my flatmate Kellie and I drew
stitches on them with Sharpie! Easypeasy, and so effective! People thought I’d
bought them in a shop. The idea is from here.
Then I just added my purple dress, a black bow in my hair,
some DRAMATIC eyelashes and a little bit of scary make-up. Finito! Now about
those eyelashes… It felt as if I glued two dead butterflies to my eyelids. Not
the most comfortable feeling in the world and I spent my whole evening annoying
my friends by going: ‘’They are drooping. Are they drooping? They’re falling
down I KNOW IT! Don’t you lie to me.’’
Look at those suckers! Insanity - I tell you!
Btw – I was TRYING to be creepy here. This is not my
smiley-selfie-face, I promise.
Because I am me and I never miss an opportunity to embarrass
myself for the world to see, here’s a picture of my face after a ripped those
bloody caterpillars of my eyelids at the end of the night. Gorgeous eh?
For what we did on the 31st, which technically is
Halloween, – We got half-dressed up,
hung out at the flat for ages, failed to get into the pub we wanted to go, went
to a crappy club and then had a blast at home until laaaaaate. That’s student
life for you.
