Guy fox day is about, direct from the mouth of the local Brits, drinking, fire, and fireworks, and ours was no exception. With a new bread technique I acquired from my sister the day started with a lot of baking.
My contribution was bread, Obama cakes (half white, half black cupcakes), green tea creme Brulee, and the baddest-ass effigy of Guy Fox you'll ever see. I think I captured the true embodiment of the guy.
We Burned massive amounts of scrap, and drank (not necessarily in that order) and were merry. Behold the final moments of the Fox.
And Somehow every party I go to ends up this way.
HAPPY GUY FOX DAY TO ALL.
2 comments:
Hey Ben,
Awesome pictures of a great event. Our account of the evening is coming soon to a blog near you. I hate to nit pick, but his name is actually spelled Guy Fawkes. Check it out: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Fawkes
Happy Guy Fawkes Day to all!
-ilana
I think I recall that we have a Guy Fox as a distant relative. Maybe Ben is sending some kind of subliminal message?
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