Housebroken

On Halloween mi casa had it's first ever JamTam party - a Halloween murder mystery. The murder mystery itself was scripted for 14 characters, which was a bit of a dillema since we had around thirty people coming on the night. Everyone lived up to the challenge and there were some brilliant costumes including the Hubs as toxic-green Frankenstein (though if you squinted he could've been a Ninja Turtle), Celia as Carrie and her capital-M in Man as a two headed monster. The Whaley's came as a hot vampire (with a slight lisp) and drunken pirate complete with Captain Morgan's, the pirate outfit was my favourite for the night (two headed monster came close). Mr. Anderson came as a Mummy and was soft to the touch. The Evans' came as a vampire couple in the best I-only-discovered-the-costume-I-was-meant-to-get-two-hours-ago costume imaginable. I'm still not sure how they managed it. Amongst my favourite moments of the evening were my sister's boyfriend being murdered around the corner from where the scene had been cunningly set, which led to a full three minutes of confusion; dunking apple into toffee and then rolling it in nuts (wasted = scalded finger, but it was tasty and therefore worth doing repeatedly); making ridiculous food; the random call-outs by the people playing the game; a visitation by my cousin and her friends; doing shots out of ramekins. It was a good night. Evidenced by the appearance of a pair of gold heels in my kitchen (someone was Cinderella) and scattered articles of clothing through the house.

Most impressively, the thirty of us (including at least four non-drinkers and four people who left early, so really it was about twenty of us) drank
- 15 bottles of wine
- 20 beers
- 2 bottles of Jägermeister *gag*
- 2 bottles vodka
- 1 bottle rum
- 1.5 bottles whisky

My neighbours, who until that day thought we were going to be pillars of the community, took photographs of our recycling. I don't think it's a good sign.