Bruiser loves hosting an evening with the girls. She also loves Halloween and dressing up like a witch. Being that it has been some time since the girls have met up at her house and Halloween is just around the corner, she decided to host “Dyslexic Halloween” today, October 13.
I have had my outfit in mind for some time, however, On My Terms was undecided up until the moment of the party. She sent me a picture of her options: a small witch hat on a headband or a large witch hat. She opted for the small hat and paired it with a dress she bought last Christmas. When she purchased the dress her niece asked, “Is that for Halloween?” It wasn’t but, based on that question, On My Terms thought it would be perfect for the occasion.
Live Longer is a lot like Bruiser and I, in that she likes to dress up. She was donning a long orange dress with a large black belt, grey streaks in her hair, a witch’s hat and make-up that would make Lady Bunny and RuPaul jealous. “My husband thinks I look like a drag queen,” she told me and added, “I have been watching RuPaul’s Drag Race for tips on contouring,” she told me.
We arrived at Bruiser’s house to find it decorated to the max – cobwebs, spooky family photos (not to be confused with awkward family photos), pumpkins, skeletons, cauldrons and witches (‘real’ and fake). I made my witches brew (regular family friendly orange pineapple drink with vodka and dry ice added) for the witches with a sweet tooth and the rest of the crew drank red wine.
Pretty soon, wine was spilled. This wasn’t shocking to anyone, rather, expected – it’s a party. As Bruiser was grabbing something to clean it up, her dog swept in and lapped it up. He then proceeded to roll all around the area on which the wine spilled. “He’s just like us – doesn’t want to waste the wine,” Live Longer commented. “Your dog may be an alcoholic,” On My Terms advised Bruiser and added, “This would explain why he was abandoned when you found him.” “Maybe,” Bruiser said as she watched her dog in awe. “No, no. Not an alcoholic. A party animal, just like us bitches, I mean witches,” I replied, then refilled my cup of brew.