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outsidethepartyEvery time I think I've finally sorted it out and have all of your email addresses, it turns out I in fact do not have all of your email addresses.
Therefore I'm crossposting this invitation here where most of you will see it twice, because that is better than having some of you not see it at all. I'm pasting the text verbatim from the email, because I'm too lazy to edit it for LJ specificicicity.
Hello, everyone.
We're having a party. For halloween. Except not on halloween, because that's a Wednesday, and nobody wants to party on a Wednesday. Except people who have an unreasonable love of Wednesdays, which is not us. So our halloween party will be on a Saturday, as all good parties should be. (And this will be a good party.) The Saturday after halloween, to be specific. Strictly speaking, then, we're not having a party for halloween, so much as having a party for three days after halloween. That, however, is not nearly as euphonious, and anyway would be misleading as it suggests that we'd be starting on halloween and continuing to party for three days. And I don't know about you people, but I no longer have that kind of stamina. So we'll just call it a halloween party and take the rest as given.
These are some of the things which will not be occurring at said halloween party this year, because I've received specific requests that they not occur:
* keeping everyone up until 2 in the morning making a movie,
* playing poker with Tarot cards,
* setting the house or any portion thereof on fire. (Guess who requested this one?)
There will, however, be poker with not-actually-Tarot-cards, or more specifically Assumption, if you're into that sort of thing. There will also be a labyrinth, which will be both dark and claustrophobic. Hooray! Also: a selection of films to be shown in a mutually incomprehensible language to be determined. And: booze. Very important. With your choice of cocktail umbrellas! Or not! Your choice! As well as: tasty snacks, and candy. Not only that, but: an allergen-free environment, so far as such is possible. (I am bleaching and shaving the dog even now. He is very sorry for all the sneezes.) And most of all: all of you, who are of course the point of having a party in the first place.
Please come in costume. The theme this year is "come in a costume". If you are too shy to wear a costume, come masked. None of us will know who you are, because we will be so distracted by the fact that you are naked except for the mask. This is what they call a win-win situation. You are welcome, encouraged in fact, to bring other guests along. Those of you who are out of town and who I'm including in this email basically just to taunt you, are on a first-come first-served basis for the guest room(s) if you choose to call my bluff.
In deference to those who have children and to whom therefore "bedtime" is not a philosophical ideal but an established and immutable fact, let' s begin early -- which I say every year but none of you ever do, you're all so damn fashionable, but really now, if nothing else the earlier you come the less time I have to pace around the house saying to myself oh noes, nobody's going to come to my party, they all secretly hate me, which let me tell you, minimizing that amount of time is a very good thing for all concerned. Especially me. So here's some incentive: if you show up late, the really *good* booze and snacks are going to be gone by the time you arrive; you'll be left with flat wine and circus peanuts. So there. Okay, not really circus peanuts. That would be mean. But still.
I shall put the following in its own paragraph and even indent it for those who rightly skim this mass of verbiage:
My house
Saturday, November 3
7PM or thereabouts
until we stop
If you can let me know you're coming, that'd be very helpful (both for the how-much-booze-do-I-buy and the oh-noes-what-if-they-all-hate-me thing). If you're not coming, you better have a damn good excuse. (Many of you I don't see nearly often enough, which okay, sure, is mostly my own fault with the not-ever-leaving-the-house thing, but in any case this is the *perfect* time to correct that dire situation.) I think you all know where my house is, but if not ask me. I'll probably tell you.
There, that's that. See you then!
Daniel (no, emily, I have not actually shaved the dog.)
(Yet.)
And - if you didn't in fact get this very same thing via email, it's not because I don't like you but only because I'm hopelessly disorganized at keeping my address book up to date; anyway now would be the perfect time to send me yours and I'll hopefully keep better track of it this time.
Therefore I'm crossposting this invitation here where most of you will see it twice, because that is better than having some of you not see it at all. I'm pasting the text verbatim from the email, because I'm too lazy to edit it for LJ specificicicity.
Hello, everyone.
We're having a party. For halloween. Except not on halloween, because that's a Wednesday, and nobody wants to party on a Wednesday. Except people who have an unreasonable love of Wednesdays, which is not us. So our halloween party will be on a Saturday, as all good parties should be. (And this will be a good party.) The Saturday after halloween, to be specific. Strictly speaking, then, we're not having a party for halloween, so much as having a party for three days after halloween. That, however, is not nearly as euphonious, and anyway would be misleading as it suggests that we'd be starting on halloween and continuing to party for three days. And I don't know about you people, but I no longer have that kind of stamina. So we'll just call it a halloween party and take the rest as given.
These are some of the things which will not be occurring at said halloween party this year, because I've received specific requests that they not occur:
* keeping everyone up until 2 in the morning making a movie,
* playing poker with Tarot cards,
* setting the house or any portion thereof on fire. (Guess who requested this one?)
There will, however, be poker with not-actually-Tarot-cards, or more specifically Assumption, if you're into that sort of thing. There will also be a labyrinth, which will be both dark and claustrophobic. Hooray! Also: a selection of films to be shown in a mutually incomprehensible language to be determined. And: booze. Very important. With your choice of cocktail umbrellas! Or not! Your choice! As well as: tasty snacks, and candy. Not only that, but: an allergen-free environment, so far as such is possible. (I am bleaching and shaving the dog even now. He is very sorry for all the sneezes.) And most of all: all of you, who are of course the point of having a party in the first place.
Please come in costume. The theme this year is "come in a costume". If you are too shy to wear a costume, come masked. None of us will know who you are, because we will be so distracted by the fact that you are naked except for the mask. This is what they call a win-win situation. You are welcome, encouraged in fact, to bring other guests along. Those of you who are out of town and who I'm including in this email basically just to taunt you, are on a first-come first-served basis for the guest room(s) if you choose to call my bluff.
In deference to those who have children and to whom therefore "bedtime" is not a philosophical ideal but an established and immutable fact, let' s begin early -- which I say every year but none of you ever do, you're all so damn fashionable, but really now, if nothing else the earlier you come the less time I have to pace around the house saying to myself oh noes, nobody's going to come to my party, they all secretly hate me, which let me tell you, minimizing that amount of time is a very good thing for all concerned. Especially me. So here's some incentive: if you show up late, the really *good* booze and snacks are going to be gone by the time you arrive; you'll be left with flat wine and circus peanuts. So there. Okay, not really circus peanuts. That would be mean. But still.
I shall put the following in its own paragraph and even indent it for those who rightly skim this mass of verbiage:
My house
Saturday, November 3
7PM or thereabouts
until we stop
If you can let me know you're coming, that'd be very helpful (both for the how-much-booze-do-I-buy and the oh-noes-what-if-they-all-hate-me thing). If you're not coming, you better have a damn good excuse. (Many of you I don't see nearly often enough, which okay, sure, is mostly my own fault with the not-ever-leaving-the-house thing, but in any case this is the *perfect* time to correct that dire situation.) I think you all know where my house is, but if not ask me. I'll probably tell you.
There, that's that. See you then!
Daniel (no, emily, I have not actually shaved the dog.)
(Yet.)
And - if you didn't in fact get this very same thing via email, it's not because I don't like you but only because I'm hopelessly disorganized at keeping my address book up to date; anyway now would be the perfect time to send me yours and I'll hopefully keep better track of it this time.
