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Dec. 9: Party: What social gathering rocked your socks off in 2010? Describe the people, music, food, drink, clothes, shenanigans. (Author: Shauna Reid)
Nearly every party I attend these days has me arriving to discover that I am an odd wheel. Everyone I know in this part of the world is coupled up, and 95 percent of them are popping out kiddos, which is great and lovely and all that jazz. But when you’re not on that particular life track, it can sometimes make it hard to have fun at parties where literally everyone else there is.
That being said, there was one party this year where that wasn’t an issue, and that was my friend Brittany‘s Halloween party. It was a pirate-themed murder mystery party, and nobody’s real life mattered because we were all assigned pretend lives to lead instead. Everyone came in costume, and Brittany was kind enough to lend me a legit outfit she’d picked up at the KC RenFest a while back. The party itself was great fun. One of my tasks was to call one of the other girls a tart whenever I saw her, and my character was having a lurid affair with a commodore who was engaged to the governor’s daughter while also carrying on a flirtation with the girl I had to call a tart. In the end, we three girls realized he was playing us, and we banded together and told him off. In real life, the commodore happens to be one of the nicest and most devoted-to-his-spouse people I know, so he was a little bewildered at the way his night ended up.
The thing I remember most vividly, though, is my costume. Let me tell you, I now have an immense amount of respect for any actress who spends a shooting day tied up in a corset because it is not comfortable.
When I went over to try it on, I was having trouble figuring out how to get it strung up properly, so Brittany turned me toward her, grabbed the strings and yanked, elliciting an “Oh god,” from me as I felt my internal organs get more acquainted than they’d ever been meant to. She’d have made an excellent lady in waiting back in the day, because she had no mercy. Despite the wheezing noises coming from my throat, she pulled tighter and tighter until I was properly corseted, and then she showed me how to hitch up my skirt to show a proper amount of leg for the saucy pirate mistress I was meant to play.
The night of the party, I had the unfortunate experience of running up the driveway to snatch one of my dogs, who had somehow escaped into the garage as I was trying to close the door. To add insult to injury, I was in boots with a solid four-inch heel.
So, imagine if you will a saucy pirate maiden in the middle of an American suburb, emerging from a silver Prius and clomping her way up the driveway, scooping up a little blonde long-haired chihuahua and carting her back into the house, careening back down the driveway holding her ribcage and muttering, “Oh, dear lord…” whilst gasping for breath (all the while knowing that she can’t pass out as she has no Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom to revive her), tumbling back into her Prius and then speeding away, and you’ll have an accurate picture of what happened at my house the night of Oct. 23.
If that wasn’t bizarre enough, earlier that day, I’d found myself posing for a picture in front of a DeLorean. What can I say? Sometimes life gets tired of being typical.