Halloween in Paris was unexpected. I assumed that French people were not the costume kind and was actually a little relieved that I wouldn’t have to come up with one of my own. When Alayna announced the Thursday before Halloween that were having a costume party, I immediately went into a panic. How could I come up with a costume in just two days? I didn’t have my hot-glue gun or any craft supplies at all. I decided I could rely on an old standby favorite from college and be a gangsta. But, in order to accomplish this I would need a bandana and a several plastic weapons. I searched for both and finally came across a store called “Ruff Riders” in the pedestrian-only shopping area around Chatelet. Sadly, there was a group of skeezey guys standing in front of the entrance and a strip club across the street.
I returned home empty handed and, quite frankly, a little freaked out. I went to my computer to talk things through with Amy and through a series of 20 or so emails, I landed on Dorothy from “The Wizard of Oz.” As it happens, I have a light blue jumper and red shoes in my regular wardrobe, which is both lucky and a little strange.
Saturday morning Alayna and I went out to gather provisions for the party with a detailed list of everything we needed:
1. Apple juice
2. Allspice, nutmeg, cinnamon, cloves
3. Apples
4. Oranges
5. Dark rum
6. Baguettes
7. Cheese
8. Meats/sausages
9. Cups
16. Candy
17. Bowls
18. A tray
19. Champagnes
20. Wines
21. Vodka
22. Juices
23. Basket
24. Little dog
We arrived at the boulangerie and Alayna ordered 6 baguettes. “Do you think that’s enough?” she asked me.
Next we went to the supermarket and randomly threw meats and cheeses into the basket. She started picking up apples and I declared, “I know what I said last night but we are not actually going to have people bob for apples in our bathtub. That’s just a waste of Apples .”
We filled one basket and then another before arriving at the checkout line/liquor store. “We need some dark rum,” Alayna asked the clerk.
“We have a few kinds. Which one would you like?”
“We’d like the cheapest and darkest kind you have,” Alayna answered.
“Ok, well this one is 7 Euro and has a black woman with a kerchief on the bottle. That should be really dark,” the clerk said as she pointed out the woman on the bottle.”
“Umm, I’m not sure that’s an appropriate way to judge the quality of rum,” I whispered to Alayna.
“7 Euro? We’ll take it,” Alayna exclaimed excitedly.
We left the store and walked across the street to McDonald’s for lunch (my first McD’s in Paris) and while we sat outside enjoying fries and fresh air, contemplated our next purchases.
“Well, we really need a tray. We have to have something to put all the baguettes on.”
“We could just take this tray,” I said, gesturing to the one underneath our lunch.
“Totally. That’s perfect,” Alayna said.
“No, we’re not stealing a tray from McDonald’s. It’s broad daylight and they can see us!”
“Fine. Then we’ll buy one for 15 Euro,” she challenged me.
“Well, I’m not doing it.” We deposited our trash in the can, stowed the tray in my shopping bag and ran up the street as fast as two out-of-shape girls can run while carrying 5 bottles of booze, 6 baguettes and a stolen tray. “I’m really glad we did that,” I said once we were safe at home.
As we prepared for our guests, I toiled over a caldron/pasta pot of toxic cider. It wasn’t the Everclear Halloween death punch I was used to but I figured it was better to not meet new friends with a pot full of 200 proof booze anyway.
Alayna’s boyfriend, Adrien, arrived and we helped put together his “girl” costume. We went through three dresses, two pairs of shoes and finally applied a pound of make up to make him the most beautiful woman at the party. Slowly other guests arrived and I tried to guess what their costumes were while explaining mine.
“I’m Dorothy, from ‘The Wizard of Oz,’” I said.
“From the Michael Jackson movie?” I was asked repeatedly.
“No.”
“I’m a prisoner,” Amandine said, “and he’s a panther trainer from the circus,” she said gesturing to her boyfriend. She was wearing a striped shirt and he was wearing all black with a stuffed cat strapped to his shirt.
It was unlike any Halloween party I’ve been to--no one got arrested, no one got beat up, no one cried and nothing was broken.