Showing posts with label party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label party. Show all posts

Monday, January 25, 2016

Murder at the Moulin Rouge

Calamity Sue has had a hard week, organising the Murder at the Moulin Rouge party. And yet still she looks fabulous, even when wearing a 'fur' scarf around her head (no, Im not sure why, either).

The Party itself was great as we were all drip-fed clues about who had done what and why. I was the murderer (and I murdered Calamity Sue!), but I didn't know that until half-way through the evening. Other people guessed my misdeeds, however - so I guess I must have been convincing!
Calamity Sue
The Wealthy Patrons
Friends of the Moulin Rouge
Best actress; murderess; murder victim

Saturday, November 19, 2011

45: Afternoon tea and school sports

For my belated birthday party (of course I've got to still have one!) I decided to have an afternoon tea party followed by school sports' day. Many of the girls came in summer frocks and hats, fascinators or, in the case of the Mischievous Minx, cats' ears - no I didn't draw them on later as someone asked me. Most of the boys went straight for the sporting attire.





















As you can see it was all terribly sophisticated with little sandwiches, squares of sweet stuff (one friend did send a text to ask, 'what's a dainty cake?' - she is a musterer so has probably never seen one), and even a tablecloth - thanks Aunty Jo!

We had Pimms in the teapot so could serve it in an assortment of mis-matched cups and saucers, and gin and tonic in the water jug. In case you're about to condemn our irresponsible hosting, there was plenty of un-alcoholic water in the tap. 

And so to the school sports. Him Outdoors was the master of ceremonies, while I was the scorer and the administrator. There was much to do so I am extremely grateful to the Dairy Queen for all the photography.

We divided the guests into 'houses' all named after local (South Island) beer: Classy Red; Wobbly Boot; Clydesdale; Dark Horse. The first event was to sprint, for which boys stripped off, girls tucked their dresses into their knickers, and they were off!

All the races had heats with the top two going through to the final, amid much cheering and yelling (and a little cheating and interference) from the sidelines.

Photo-finish final
Next up was the egg and spoon - there were clear rules (i.e. you must have one hand behind your back and you must not touch your egg with anything except the spoon) which were explained with much seriousness. I joined in this event and won my heat! I was a Dark Horse - no further comment.


The serious business of the egg-and-spoon final
Following on, we had the skipping races, and here the Dairy Queen excelled herself with video footage. Listen and marvel at the screaming of the crowd; watch and laugh at the appalling technique - as the tallest competitor, CJD picked the shortest rope (but stole a kiss and a subsequent bonus point at the turn-around); Spik trialled a one-handed skipping 'style' and was subsequently disqualified; I pulled a calf muscle and subsequently learned that sport is dangerous (more of which later...)


After three events (of the total nine), the Clydesdales were in the lead which is where they stayed (although hotly pursued by the Wobbly Boots), and the Dark Horses had three points, which is where they stayed (hotly pursuing no one at all).

At the Standing Long Jump, the Naki Boy took out the honours for the Classy Reds. I don't know who was more pleased with the achievement; he for winning it, or The Dairy Queen with a smug smile as it was confirmed that he was seventeen centimetres longer than anyone else.

The wheelbarrow race caused much entertainement as the Dark Horses discovered that you can't get a grip on shiny tights. The things we learn...

The three-legged race really was a game of two halves, tortoises and hares, not over until you cross the finish line and all manner of sporting cliches.

The sack race caused much controversy with interference, line changes and underhand tactics - the girls previously agreed on the shuffle technique, which some of them rapidly abandoned out of necessity. There were appeals to the judges (does the whole body have to cross the line?) and vociferous protests as the competition got serious.


The Great Galah is jubilant to be crowned best in the sack
Of course, all good sporting events finish with relays and ours was no exception (although the term 'good' may be subjective). We had the sprint relay followed by the medley relay involving three-legged, wheelbarrow, skipping and sack. Marvellous fun and many hidden talents... remained hidden, really.
The oh-so-high-tech scoreboard at the close of competition
As an exhibition event, Him Outdoors somehow persuaded Squirt to have a go at flipper racing. She was extremely game (even going so far as to limber up) but collapsed at the final hurdle - beer drinking while still wearing the facemask - so Him Outdoors was triumphant. He hadn't been able to join in any of the games previously so was thrilled with the chance to participate (and win), bless him.

The evening ended, as it so often does, with music and dancing - The Naki Boy, Him Outdoors, Spik and CJD try their hand (or rather, feet) at Cossack dancing - they are crap but entertaining, a winning combination.


Saturday, March 5, 2011

9: Housewarming Party

Last weekend I visited friends from Gore to attend a warming of their charming new house.


They used to live in a house-bus called Bob, which is now parked in their driveway. I stayed in Bob for my overnight accommodation and though he is lovely and luxurious, I am not sure how they coped in the confined space for five (?) years.


Now they have lots of space, as you can see from the garden shots (I didn't manage to take photos of the party itself, so got soem the next morning). Inside the house, The Dairy Queen has so many cupboards she doesn't know what to do with them, while the Naki Boy is busy brewing beer in the garage.


George the cat was unpeturbed as the West Gorons came to wave me off (she, fetchingly attired in her slippers)

 
 

Monday, December 6, 2010

Week Forty-Nine: Going Rural!

We're working hard in rehearsals for A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Gardens, as you can see. Picnic baskets in the Botanic Gardens by the pond in glorious sunshine. Okay, so it's not all hard work...


The boys (Jason Fullerton, David Oakley and Sam Farr) are increasingly perturbed by the lack of mustard. I know - you'll just have to come along and see it in performance (January 21-23).


My friend, Mad Alice was having a birthday party in a woolshed, as you do. She wrote in her invitation, 'Remember the good ol' Woolshed Dances we had in the 1970'S??!!' Actually, no, but I went along to see what it was all about. It was very rural - I danced in a woolshed, slept in a tent, sat on a haybale and communed with nature (by which I mean I sneezed a lot). It was fun (apart from maybe all the sneezing).

 
See those skies - that's Central Otago scenery right there folks!

 
These curious cats investigate our sleeping arrangements. Later they bring us viscerated rabbits and calmly lick their paws.

The girls gather round the tables while the boys gravitate to the barbeque, but at least all are drinking.

 
 
 
 
Where did you get that hat?

 
 
And inside the woolshed, things are quintessentially Kiwi, apparently.

 
 
 
 
The next morning, as we pack up our tent, we are treated to a Van Gogh style sky with broiling clouds.