I just busted out 1,000 words of an essay in about four hours (all right, that’s not too impressive, but give me a break here!) so I’m taking a little rest from Shakespeare. In the meantime, I wanted to grace you, dear reader, with another blog post. Technically this post should have gone out yesterday, since it’s already November (November! Yikes!) but we all know how slow I am. So here it is: my first European Halloween.
The grad students at St. John’s had a hostel crawl, which is a bit like a pub crawl but cheaper, more exclusive, and with nicer bathrooms. I was very excited to have a real Halloween party to go to (I don’t think I’ve every been to a seriously intense Halloween party where everyone dresses up). As usual, I went to my wardrobe for the base of my costume, and ended up using this awesome $11 red dress, an Express belt, and Nine West heels for most of my costume. The horns I (obviously) didn’t have lying around, so I had to purchase them. You may think that I was a simple devil for Halloween. Don’t be fooled. You can’t tell in the picture, but I put Prada labels on my belt and shoes. So…I’m the Devil Wears Prada! “How cheeky!” one student remarked. I know, right?
I also took the opportunity to bake cupcakes for the occasion. I never have a reason to bake 24+ cupcakes (who’s going to eat them besides me?) so I was very excited. I had to go on a massive hunt to find cupcake tins and pumpkin puree, but I finally succeeded. In the end I produced fantastic pumpkin cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. I used THIS recipe if anyone is interested. They turned out marvelously, but stupidly I forgot to take a picture. Oh well.
The hostel crawl was tons of fun. We had hard cider and lots of candy (my one friend will be jealous that we got to eat bags and bags of Strawbs). I talked to people about amphibian diseases, the Wisconsin accent (one guy made me say “and” about twenty times), dating in England versus Germany, and how to make a s’more. I tangoed in someone’s kitchen and almost killed myself tripping over my own heels. I questioned Minnesota Mike about why he was dressed like a cow and I wasn’t.
Later we went back to the SBR (graduate union) for drinks, mummy wrapping, and bobbing for apples. My group dominated in the mummy wrap and we came away with a bottle of wine! Props to Julia for being such a good mummy.
After a porter politely asked us to wrap up our party (no pun intended) and get out of the SBR, a group of us went off to Kambar, a Cambridge nightclub. We were practically the only people dressed up (does no one else in Cam know how to have fun?) but we didn’t care. We danced the night away and got home at an outrageous hour.
I must say, Halloween in Cambridge was a major success. Now, even more than this last holiday, I’m looking forward to the next one. You know what it is…Thanksgiving! I’m already wrangling in various Americans and Europeans to help me create the most extravagant and fun Thanksgiving ever. More details to come about whether any of us actually figures out how to cook a turkey.
PS: In the comments below, tell me what you dressed up as for Halloween? Was your costume as “cheeky” as mine?
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