As before, it became a debauched revel of truly Dionysian proportions (why yes, I do have a thesaurus...why do you ask?)...but unfortunately I put the camera away before things got really out of hand, so these are the relatively tame pictures.
Also as before, varying efforts were put into the costumes. Maria spent ages dying her hair red and her face green to achieve the Princess Fiona from Shrek look. Oonagh dyed her hair black and tracked down a masque to pose as an "employee" of the Moulin Rouge. Gen went for the gothic Crow look, and came frighteningly close.
Myself, Shane and Marian went for apple-pie American icons. Marian made her own pom-poms out of crepe paper and became a cheerleader (BTW, under no circumstances should you do a google image search on the word cheerleader...it took me quite a while to find a...suitable...picture). Shane got some chaps, some guns, some boots and a stetson...to be become a cowboy. At the last minute, I borrowed a pair of sunglasses and tracked down a hat to pass myself off as one of the Blues Brothers.
Santa/Denise turned up during the proceedings, but unfortunately none of us was on his/her list.
A Luke Kelly look-alike from the peace and development society showed up, and promptly began fighting with other members of the peace and development society. As Alanis would say, it's like a 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife.
Fennell showed up, but had fundamentally misunderstood the whole point of a costume party. At least he was wearing clothes. He spent a large part of the night trying to stand up straight, but eventually passed out on the sofa while the party was still in full swing. Lightweight.
Linda, a friend of Marian's, came dressed as a character from the Matrix. Opinions were divided as to whether she was Niobe or Trinity.
Various other people showed up, including the belligerent members of the peace and development society and friends of Ross from my house. Unfortunately, the camera had been put away long before that.
The next day, after truly amazing trip to the bottle bank, CB7 was cleaned with the aid of 78 euros worth of Chinese food (...that's a lot of prawn crackers).
