The above is not an entirely accurate depiction of today's festivities. For one, my family members are much more terrifying than the party guests portrayed on the cover...nor would I invite any of them to our house, ever.
Also, two decades and change have passsed since Maura's Sweet Sixteen, and we had to move our serving table coffin up to the attic after I left one too many rings on it. (Drink coasters are for anti-American elitists, don'cha know. Here in Real AmericaTM, we put our glasses down on naked, vulnerable hardwood like true patriots do.)
There will be no disturbingly pink store-bought cake for us, either. As per household custom, I whipped up one of my own creations...
...white cake with black and orange candies whipped into the batter, with a modest glaze of cream cheese frosting and featuring some season-appropriate decorations. We do plan on using a sacrificial skull dagger to cut it, though, as some traditions are worth observing.The Pogues - Sit Down by the Fire (from If I Should Fall from Grace with God, 1988) - The Wee Folk are coming to visit, and they're sporting blades instead of blossoms and butterfly wings.
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