10 Nov Allowheen 2: the sequel
Before I came to Italy, I didn’t really think I liked Halloween very much.
Aside from a very clear childhood memory of dressing up in about 12 makeshift costumes in one evening and demanding sweets from my parents purely because they wouldn’t let me go trick or treating – what can I say, I was quite a stubborn child – Halloween has never been particularly more fun or exciting than any other holiday for me.
For the second year in a row, The Greek and I decided to have a Halloween party, this time in our shiny new house.
Last year’s party resulted in a lot of fun, but also a lot of mess, a lot of broken things, and a lot of livid neighbours. We made some mistakes ourselves, namely offering pistachio nuts as a party snack which resulted in twelve billion tiny pieces of nut strewn around the apartment; leaving breakable items in view and consequently finding them slightly less whole than they previously had been; and not really keeping track of who was coming, meaning that about 30 more people turned up than we were expecting, leaving us out of punch in a matter of minutes and out of favour with the neighbours in even less time.
Naturally, these tiny problems didn’t put us off one little bit. In any case, we hadn’t had any kind of housewarming party, and friends kept asking when they could come to visit, so we killed two birds with one stone and invited absolutely everyone round, on the condition that everyone put as much effort into their face paint as they did into making their way to the bottom of the punch bowl.
This year we were prepared. Sofas were skillfully reupholstered with bin liners, everything valuable or delicate was carefully hidden, and relatively clean-up-friendly snacks were purchased. To top it off, we even had some visitors from England; old Turin Erasmussers Rhiannon and Anastasia who had come back to visit, and my university friend Emma who had come to stay for the first time (and saw absolutely none of the city, as her whole weekend was taken up by party set-up and clean-up and meals at such fine establishments as Burger King, Moncalieri. Don’t say we don’t treat our guests to the very best).
Costumes this year were even better than last, special mentions going to some of the Greeks who looked particularly scary, and to one of my (usually very beautiful) colleagues, who transformed herself into a truly hideous witch for the occasion.
Once again, the house was filled with people, most of whom we had invited, and only some of whom we had never laid eyes upon. At last count, there were approximately 45 people of 8 nationalities present, which I thought was quite an impressive statistic.
Lidl’s finest box wine and other secret ingredients were brewed together in a cauldron to make some quality hangover-inducing potion which went down a treat and was, once again, surprisingly delicious, and Emma and I cooked up some vile coloured Halloween shaped cakes too.
Most of our favourite people managed to make it, and best of all, the neighbours don’t even hate us. The (admittedly not young) couple in the flat below us even asking us if we’d even had the party because they hadn’t heard anything. Incredible but true.
Gone are those days of dressing up on my own out of spite, and I think it’s safe to say that Halloween has become one of my favourite festivities, not least because it’s a great excuse for a little light face paint and a pretty cracking party.
Same time next year?