The Party Photos!

[kasche]

Again - this is a "journal" entry, in the truest meaning of the word. You know, like those mind-numbingly boring videos about holidays you didn't go to and that your friends literally force you to see, until you're literally dying on the couch and thinking up ways to broke the VCR using the only weapons at hand (usually peanuts) and possibly without getting caught.

The Party!
~ an illustrated story~

One Week Before:

I.e., the 7th of Feb. We've got just a sheet of foam rubber, for the moment, and we decide to figure out how to do those damn cactuses. Yeah. I'm shitting you. That's actually just a giant tampax. *facepalm*

10 February:

	Second cactus. (First one drying up in the bg.) And, well. C'mon. With that line at the bottom? Is there any way that can NOT look like a condom?
	Looks like there's at least a friend of mine (Michele) (not that Michele, obviously enough :P) who thinks so too. ;) (Also, the giant bag of corianders? Did not just "happen" to be there.)

12 February:

	The gun was all the guys' doing. And to paint it more easily, they stuck the ladder on top of the two tents we'd previously made (they made the wooden structure, we took tare of the decoration), and hung the gun from it with some string. Have also found out that using hands to paint such a large surface, instead of brushes, gets the work done faster AND it's worlds funnier.
	Details of one of the two tents, since whoops I'd realized I hadn't took a shot before. Wooden structure (thank you boys!), covered (by us girls) in jute and colored fabric more or less randomly sewed on. While we were there, we also made a few cushions out of an old mattress someone had thrown away.
	...the two cactuses do not resemble tampax/condoms anymore, thank crunchie. Aww, aren't they cute now? And on the left, we've got Elisa (if you're wondering what I think you are, the answer is yes) and Federico. Ha! Yes, there's a sheriff's star on the ground, too. :D
	A... kind of cowboy hat. Sort of. Mostly done as a bet. (Michele:"Yeah, sure - and how we'd make one? You're so fixated, you can do it." Elisa and Margherita:*puff out chests*)
	Not appallingly easy to figure out, I'm aware of that, but they're actually feathers. For what, you'll see later on. I think.
	And that's how the gun looked at the end of the night.
	Second part of the Decoration Involving The Feathers - it's supposed to be some kind of huge Indian hat. Don't know how they're called in English. :P We'll end up hanging that on one side of the giant tent we'll have the party in.

13 February:

	And the cactuses are finally complete! There's the whole flower on top (...mostly added to cover the wooden staff that's inside sticking out - for the record, I've already heard every possible variation on any dirty joke you might be thinking of :P), the thorns have been stuck in the sides, and even if you can't really see it from here, there's also a lot of glitter all around.
	That night? For the most part? Was spent doing that. Where by "that" I mean a fake totem, painted on the unfailing foam rubber sheet that we'll wrap around the central column of the tensile structure that had been assembled outside just that morning.

14 February:

	That's how we spent Valentine's night. ;) (Aww, the (two) guys gave a bacio to each one of us. Sweet. Wasn't expecting it.) And that's the second panel of the totem. The background music that night went from Tutti Frutti to the Deep Purple - also featuring Over The Rainbow along the way, which I've realized keeps making me always go all "awww" ever since I've started associating it to a favorite story of mine. :)
	And the first panel is complete! Guess which square is mine? (For the record - I hadn't held a brush&gouache for TEN YEARS. Literally. Ever since my last art class.) (Riccardo:"Hey, I like yours." Me: *scoffs toes*"It sucks." Federico:"Nah, it's good. It did take you two nights, but it's good.")
	Barbara, seated in one of the tents and using the remaining sheet of foam rubber as a blanket.
	And the second panel is almost (but not quite) completed as well. We kept working on it the following night as well.

Did not take pictures the following day - we did (and painted) cardboard wings for the totem's top, together with a brown strip of (surprise surprise) more foam rubber. Apparently, spending a, er, little while in the tensile structure to sew the totem together wearing just a long sleeved top was not my brightest idea. (God, by the time I was done my fingers where falling off.) Margherita thinks I might be in menopause already. :P Marta (the girl on the right of the first photo) did the Saloon sign on the jute we had left, while Elisa and Cecilia did a couple of polystyrene windows to hang behind the bar.


16 February:

	Afternoon before the party! This is the sign that we'd hung at the entrance of the pub, last September. "Loco Pub" (oh, shut up) is kind of our signature, everytime we do a party like this one.
	Cactuses! Emiliano nearly lost a kneecap bringing them down the stairs.
	And that's the totem. ... Yeah.
	The corner with the bar! The weird thing on the right is the pipe we used to warm up the place, kind courtesy of a Proloco member.
	Other shot of the East Side. Just a warning - I took all of these pretty early in the afternoon (and with my cellphone, which explains why they're this crappy), so there are parts that ended up looking a little different. That's just to get the general picture. :P
	Oh, we really had no idea where to hang that thing.
	And with the hat it was even worse! (That's Margherita and Elisa.)
	Haha! I did those just that afternoon, once we were told that we also had to hang "bathroom this way" kind of signs. Oh, yeah. That means "latrine". :D :D :D (The one with the arrow was hung in the room, while the smaller one went over the bathroom itself.)
	Close up on the totem. Cor, did those wings come out bad. ...not to talk about the panels themselves. (Notice the cowboy hat still lying on the table.)

And that's it - from then on we had too much to do, I didn't stop to take pictures anymore. ...AAARGH! I completely forgot to take shots of the South and West Side! There were the tents there, the dj platform and the kind-of-Indian-hat. I know a friend of mine did, though. I didn't take photos during the party, either. Party which, all in all... could have gone better. We did enough to cover the expenses (the party in the biggest town not so far from us didn't! HA! :P), but not too much more. We still had a distusting amount of fun, so that's all right. :D We danced, drunk (...no, I didn't get pissed, didn't even come close :P - but Michele did. Heh. Hehehehe.), chatted... it was good. Very. :D And halfway during the night we had our Special Guest coming over - i.e., the winner of tha latest Big Brother season (the Italian version, obviously enough). Yeah, he's the friend of the boyfriend of a friend, and the guy himslef is from this zone, so. The usual way. :P

At half past one we broke it down.

And then we went to another party. :P

(Man. I was sure of it, in a theoretical kind of way, but I didn't know that entering in one of those clubs with snotty people, when you're basically dressed up like a whore (can can dancer/saloon women, officially, which yes is code for whore) can be so damn satisfying. I had a perpetual smirk on my face that kept getting wider every time some women looked down on us - while the men were hitting on us instead of them. :P)

(Also, I know I've already told a few of you, but for the record? Wearing a red lace mask at a costume party works like a charm. *g*)

Comments

[ourmutualfiend.livejournal.com]

It looks like a good time so shush. I'm still waiting on mask pics.

[kasche.livejournal.com]

Oh, it was a good time! :D

And I'm afraid no mask!me photo even exists. It's just the one I've shown you already. ;P