On the morning of the party, when our home front decorations were in the process of being transferred over to our outdoor party venue next door, a torrential rainstorm hit. Last minute construction of Roy Bean's massive judge's bench, and the finishing touches on John's elaborate electric chair, were immediately suspended.
If you can envision a grown man about to cry, do so now. John was ready to cancel the party, and I questioned whether I should commence shopping and preparation of my hors d'œuvres and cupcakes. Thankfully, it was a fast-moving storm, the sun began to break through, and the party was back on track!
Guests began to arrive at six, dressed to the hilt in villain and villainess costumes. We mingled, sipped wine, nibbled on food, tried some villains, and held a costume contest for the little ones. Our Judge is working on an iMac movie, but here are a few photos from the evening...
|"Forgotten it? Can a man dying of thirst forget water? And do you know what would happen to that thirst if it were to be denied water?"|
|"This trial... the whole world... it's all... show business."|
|"I live for fur. I worship fur."|
|"Roy Bean. Judge Roy Bean. I am the law in this area."|
|"Can you see inside me?"|
|"On a similar note I must confess to you, I'm giving very serious thought... to eating your wife."|
|Catherine, Holli Would and Alex|
|Kate "Ma" Barker, on the witness stand|
|"This is not gonna stop. It keeps going on and on."|
|"You play fair with me, I'll play fair with you."|
|"What are you gonna do? Charge me with smoking?"|
|"I have a degree in psychology, it goes with the turf... Games are fun."|
|"Then I'll sign it. A pen! Und stratz mit ze uldensackt. I'll sign it! Und stratz mit sei öldensackt, il der, der flutens... , der... , der... , und strippensackt! A pen! I'll sign it. Napaloni, de grosse peanut, de cheesy ravioli. There!"|
|"White Russian, no ice, no vodka... hold the Kahlua."|
|Nancy Patricia Pelosi and Harry Mason Reid|
|"I'm bigger than you and higher up the food chain. Get in my belly. "|
|"First she steals my publicity. Then she steals my lawyer, my trial date. And now she steals my goddamn garter."|
|"I guess you can't think and drive at the same time, huh?"|
|"Your chains are still mine! You belong to me!"|
|Costume contest for the kids, with a winner's trophy and treat bags|
And, of course, we had a buffet table of amazing food, and many, many bottles of wine. Here are just a few treats we enjoyed...
Until we meet again...
Pirates will be next year's theme if you want to start planning...I know John's brain is already churning! For now, I have my clean-shaven, green-eyed man back.