Saturday before the big Halloween party was spent decorating and preparing for the big well-known event. Derry and her daughter-in-law were pros at doing it, stretching spider webbing everywhere and hanging ghouls and witches and spiders from everything. I helped by inserting black candles into candelabras and placing tiny spiders in spider webbing.
Taking an hour break I zoomed around Plymouth looking for the rest of Dolly’s costume. When I returned I received a call from my friend that he would not be able to attend as he had injured his back in de-limbing a tree the day before. (Hope that back is much better now, Jeffrey!) . So “Dolly” would be “Ken-less”, but the party would go on.
At 7 on the witch’s nose, the revelers started arriving.
There were so many costumes, and so much food, drink and merriment that the place was completely abuzz with noise and laughter. Somewhere around 9 p.m. the voting for the best costumes started, and within half an hour the prizes were being announced. Believe it or not – “Dolly Parton” won third prize! And her prize was a bag-full of balloons that when blown up were a couple of very large – you guessed it – boobs! “Dolly” jokingly remembered that she was sure she had been the model for those balloons!
Taking first prize was a couple of hillbillies who had come with their own still, second prize was the “Cave People”, third prize was me, and fourth prize was a tie 3 ways, so all three won an equally naughty gift. Derry has a knack for finding sexually silly gifts…one must not be offended when attending this party! Lots of stuff goes! It’s all in fun and good laughs.
By the end of the night after all the guests had gone home, we finally retired, to wake the next morning and sit together looking at and sharing with each other the photos we had taken of the grand event. What a great time was had by all! Another highly successful Halloween party at Derry and Hoag’s!
Bon Voyage, old friends, it was good to see you all again in costume and without! Now it’s time to catch a train out of Boston, and head south to North Carolina to see my youngest brother, Justin, just outside of Raleigh. Hang on for this train ride – it’s a doozie!