Sunday, March 16, 2008

Heaven and Hell Part 2

Last night was the Heaven and Hell Party.

Out of laziness, I went as an angel (if I was really lazy, I'd have gone as sloth I suppose). I wore a white dress, feathery wings and halo and then struggled most of the day to decide what shoes to wear. It was raining outside and my most angelic footwear just wasn't practical.

At the party, the house had been decorated, with the lounge-dining room divided into heaven and hell with fluffy white clouds hanging from the ceiling in heaven and a video of a fire showing in hell. Apparently there were two types of punch too but I missed out on those, but that is probably for the best. There was also spooky, crypt-like music playing in the loo, giving the impression that you might be joined for Vincent Price at any moment.

On the costume front, I needn't have worried about being unoriginal as there weren't really any very imaginative outfits. There were a lot of devils (is there a collective noun for a group of devils?) and about three other angels (my wings were the best, but one of the other angels had a nice tutu). There was also a grim reaper, a nun and priest and someone dressed as "The Devil Wears Prada". For reasons that were never explained, someone had come dressed as the Easter Bunny.

The most effort had been made by a man who came as a fallen angel. He had black feather wings and had painted himself entirely black, which we weren't sure if that sort of thing is a bit unpolitically correct these days. Besides the wings and paint, he was just wearing black undewear, obviously something of an exhibitionist. Since I was wearing all white, I spent most of the night avoiding him anyway for fear that some of his black stuff might come off onto my dress!

Towards the end of the evening, my wings started to droop so I knew it was time to go home.


cogidubnus said...

If it had been a really good party you'd have found the halo beginning to droop rather than the wings!

SandDancer said...

The halo remained upright! And I did find that dressing in all white made me feel more virtuous but that might just have been fear of getting dirty.