He kept whispering "I like boys." Michael Jackson (aka Maggie) and her adorable husband, Jens, (former circus performers and now an incredible artist, genius math instructor and totally over-the-top Halloween party throwers) invited the gang over for a Mischief Night melee. Their backyard was transformed into a spooky wonderland complete with steaming dry ice, a scary blacked-out fortune teller room, creepy decorations wherever you looked (like little doll arms reaching out of flowers pots) and a massive brick wall lit up with amazing selections of movie and video clips - Monster Mash, Rocky Horror, Twilight Zone, and more just kept coming as we all danced, ate, drank and laughed hysterically as the costumes kept getting better and better. I was a wench (with a last-minute borrowed costume, complete with some borrowed boobs). Jo was a sparkly Renaissance maiden,
Jens was that Oxy-clean guy that recently died,
Louise and Patrick donned black eyes and each one had a big "P" hanging around their necks (The Black Eyed Peas - get it?). Little Annabelle was a creepy old man (we went into the fortune teller together and they reported that he wasn't going to make it much longer). Jaye was a desperate housewife - about thirty years later - make-up smeared all over, sparkly gold and green camisole under a leopard jacket and leopard beanie-type hat, leggings and, of course, house slippers. Then Henry (Henrietta) showed up. Oh my God. Here's a photo of "her" kissing Fergie.
Thanks Maggie and Jens - can't wait for next year!