This post is both a cry for help and an event alert.
Halloween is approaching at a disturbingly fast rate of knots. On Friday I wrote about 10 things to do for a vintage Halloween and number 3 was to book tickets for Don’t Dali with the Devil at The Fox, 28 Paul Street, Shoreditch.
I have made the decision to head down to London for Halloween based on 2 things. One is the disturbing shortage of interesting Halloween events for adults in my area this year (sorely tempted to organise one myself next year!) and the other is the fabulous evening of entertainment being laid on which includes Halloween games, live music from the Flying Aces, dirty poetry readings, and, more importantly, free absinth between 8:30-9:30pm.
Yes, you heard me, FREE ABSINTH. And subsidised cocktails all night. If you happen to be free on Halloween please do come and join me, I’d really love to see you there! Tickets are £10 in advance here and on the off chance they’re not sold out they can be purchased on the door for £12, but I’d recommend you reserve early!
If you see me come and up say hello so I can get all over excited and squealy like a big girl.
Anyway, onto the cry for help.
WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO WEAR?
Yes I do need to shout actually. The theme is surrealist (hence “Dali” in the name) and the dress code reads:
“Anything goes, as long as it’s peculiar and old-fashioned! Victorian Steampunks, WWI soldiers and aviators,
Cabaret Voltaire performers, Dadaists, surreal artists & their muses, elegant & otherworldly creatures.
Vintage outfits from the 1920s to the 1960s are all welcome.”
Artists may have their muses, but my fancy dress muse has sadly abandoned me. I could be a vampire, a witch, an evil nurse or any of the old fall backs. But I fancy something more imaginative.
So people, I am appealing to your wonderous imaginations. Give me your surreal and wonderous vintage fancy dress ideas. Link me up to pictures and provide me with inspiration. Preferably something I can fling together for under £30 in a fortnight. Much as I’d like to wear a fabulous slinky 1930s gown, I don’t have one. *sob*
