Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Happy Halloween!

In the grand tradition of recycling my dinner mystery show costumes into Halloween costumes, and because I affectionately call Chad "Frank" as in Frankenstein (because he's so tall and broad-shouldered with a habit of looming over me in our cozy house) we went as a modern day Munster couple to a Halloween party this weekend. Photo proof:


Breaking with tradition totally, a true dinner mystery show first, during Monday night's show at Maggiano's in the Domain there was a very interesting query from one audience member during the questioning of the suspects. A gentleman raised his hand, took the microphone saying, "I have a question", and proceeded to get down on bended knee while pulling a jewelry box from his pocket. He proposed to his date/girlfriend, who luckily said yes. Congratulations & best wishes to the happy couple!

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Down with BYOP, Yeah You Know Me!

Chad and I broke free of last year's curmudgeonly ways. We found the time, energy and good cheer to throw what is turning out to be a biennial Bring Your Own Pumpkin party this past Friday. 

Pre-Party Candy Table

Pre-Party

Chad's pumpkin is all smiles, while mine is feline.

Kate shows off the tragedy side of their jack-o-lantern.

Lucy shows off the comedy side of their jack-o-lantern.

Dain wasn't ready for carving, opting for stickers.

The Fords chose a warty pumpkin monster with 3 eyes and a ghoulish grin.

I love Halloween. It's my favorite holiday by far. This week promises two dinner mystery shows featuring fun costumes  and a Monster Mash dance party! Chad and I will try to squeeze in a few scary movies too, I'm sure. And lots of candy, I'm positive.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Halloween Hijinks

Even if you don't think you like dinner theatre, you'll want to be at this happening Halloween party. Two words: candy buffet.



Thursday, October 04, 2012

I'm not proud of...

Each time I sell a sectional sofa to an urban dweller with a small living room, a little piece of my internal interior decorator dies. Sectional sofas are appropriate for large open living areas; not tiny downtown condos.

That dinner theater I do is sometimes just a battle to be heard over drunk audience members who think they are funnier than we are. Note to all hecklers: you're not nearly as dashing, witty, charming or funny as you think you are. Shut up and let everyone enjoy the show, or promptly leave.

I loathe shades of beige, white and grey as color palettes for decorating. Yet it seems to be the candy that some of my customers want. Be ready to use some color if you ask for my decorating advice, or back away slowly towards the nearest exit.

Some of the clothing pieces for which I get the most compliments come from Old Navy. I know it's sweatshop labor made in outsourced lands. I know it's wrong. It's just so cute, on-trend and cheap sometimes. I can't wear fair-labor, American-made, more expensive clothes everyday.

I want to dye my hair blond. Even blonder than it is now. Not strawberry blond. Not white blond. Not 1970s looking highlighted blond. I want expensive, has to be touched up every few weeks, honey-blond all over my head.