A Wolfram & Hart Halloween Party . . .
Apparently under-the-table employees of Wolfram & Hart get invited to their shindigs as well. I have to say, it was nice to celebrate my return to town at a big party. The Wolfram & Hart Halloween bash was certainly one for the books after all, after a rather dull start. After careful consideration, I decided to be off the wall and go as James Bond. I always said I looked hot in a tux.
At first it didn't seem like much was happening, and I heard a couple of people muttering about how last year's sambuca-soaked effigy of Krishna was much better. Whatever that meant. There was this hot little number in a skimpy dress walking around early on, but she disappeared with the boss soon after that. Only one person (who I suddenly recognized as, of all people, fellow Sunnydale alum Harmony Kendall) was dancing. Now I'm not sure, but I don't think the clodhopping she was doing could be categorized as "dancing." It was more like a vertically positioned epileptic seizure, if you ask me.
I saw Anne and Parker being coupley, but kept my distance. The two of them were dressed like Monty Python characters, Anne as one of the virgins from the Castle Anthrax and Parker as (chuckle chuckle) Sir Galahad the Chaste. I also saw Morrigan, looking completely fetching in a tavern wench outfit that accentuated all of her assets favorably.
Then a little while in, all of a sudden, this rush just seemed to come over just about everyone in the room and we all just ran onto the dance floor. It was like we all just took ecstacy at the same time. Everyone was dancing, and singing, all having a good time. The only thing that broke the party mood was this huge green dude who looked like the Jolly Green Giant in Liberace's loungewear who came out of nowhere and started attacking people.
At that point, I decided it was an opportune time for a potty break, but when I got there, there was a huge puddle of black goo in one of the stalls and the room stank so bad that I had to find a private bathroom to take care of my business. Although from the smell of some of the potted plants, other people at the party weren't quite as considerate. And by the time I made it back to the party, the Jolly Green Giant had disappeared and things were winding down. So I came on home.
All in all that Lorne fellow sure knows how to throw a party. Can't wait to see what they do for Christmas . . .
At first it didn't seem like much was happening, and I heard a couple of people muttering about how last year's sambuca-soaked effigy of Krishna was much better. Whatever that meant. There was this hot little number in a skimpy dress walking around early on, but she disappeared with the boss soon after that. Only one person (who I suddenly recognized as, of all people, fellow Sunnydale alum Harmony Kendall) was dancing. Now I'm not sure, but I don't think the clodhopping she was doing could be categorized as "dancing." It was more like a vertically positioned epileptic seizure, if you ask me.
I saw Anne and Parker being coupley, but kept my distance. The two of them were dressed like Monty Python characters, Anne as one of the virgins from the Castle Anthrax and Parker as (chuckle chuckle) Sir Galahad the Chaste. I also saw Morrigan, looking completely fetching in a tavern wench outfit that accentuated all of her assets favorably.
Then a little while in, all of a sudden, this rush just seemed to come over just about everyone in the room and we all just ran onto the dance floor. It was like we all just took ecstacy at the same time. Everyone was dancing, and singing, all having a good time. The only thing that broke the party mood was this huge green dude who looked like the Jolly Green Giant in Liberace's loungewear who came out of nowhere and started attacking people.
At that point, I decided it was an opportune time for a potty break, but when I got there, there was a huge puddle of black goo in one of the stalls and the room stank so bad that I had to find a private bathroom to take care of my business. Although from the smell of some of the potted plants, other people at the party weren't quite as considerate. And by the time I made it back to the party, the Jolly Green Giant had disappeared and things were winding down. So I came on home.
All in all that Lorne fellow sure knows how to throw a party. Can't wait to see what they do for Christmas . . .