It’s been one crazy weekend in the City by the Bay! Aside from the Giants winning the World Series (pure madness in the streets of San Francisco), we celebrated Halloween a little early. One of my roommates, M., (above, dressed as Medusa) and I thought it might be fun to throw a Halloween bash at our apartment. We only had a week to get a few things together, but with Facebook invites, word travels quickly. It was a small gathering (just the right amount for our space), but ended up being a blast. Plus, who doesn’t love dressing up?
Boat Shoe Boy and I put our costumes together last-minute (literally the morning of the party), and ended up going as a yachtsman/captain and a sailor. Fortunately, he had all of the elements he needed on hand (surprise, right?), and I found my costume at a nearby thrift store. I had a really hard time thinking about parting with $80 for a costume for one evening (not that I haven’t done that before), so this was the perfect solution.
We decorated with the requisite cobwebs, skeletons, spiders and candy, and had a drinks station set up with potions. This was actually one of my favorite elements! Why not repurpose those Two Buck Chuck bottles and put together a cool display, right?
Some of our other visitors from the night:
Two of my friends from grad school made an appearance! Neither had planned on dropping by so their ‘costumes’ were a bit impromptu. One (naturally) had this sweet bear hat on hand. The other guy, a visitor from DC, was an ‘East Coast tourist’. Works for me!
My cousin and her awesome boyfriend stopped by after the Giants game to celebrate with us. Another prime example of amazing, thrifted costumes.
A friend of mine that I haven’t seen in 15+ years (we went to elementary school together) came over to rekindle the 8-year-old love that we had. What better way to re-introduce ourselves than dressed in ridiculous garb?
The guy pictured above was David Bowie in Labyrinth. I have never actually seen Labyrinth, so I was really confused (read: kinda sketched) as to why a character from the 80s was carrying around a plastic baby. I still don’t know what significance the baby has, but apparently it is a part of this get-up.
We ended up moving our party to the Wreck Room, a nearby bar, where the party culminated. I can confidently say that drinking sangria (‘witches brew’) consisting of Two Buck Chuck, brandy, fruit and sugar does not for a happy morning make. Best photo that Boat Shoes caught of me the next day:
Did you guys celebrate Halloween this past weekend?
xoxo from SF,