Well, well, well… Pom-o-ween did NOT disappoint. In fact, I think we can officially say it was the Halloween party of the year. Just saying.
There was a little concern that Mother Nature might ruin our plans with some rain, but let's be real… nobody was about to let a little weather forecast get between us and a good party. And guess what? The POMs showed up, the humans showed out, and the Huntington Beach House was absolutely packed!
And when I say the humans went all out with their costumes, I mean ALL OUT. Apparently, nobody understood the assignment of keeping it simple. Not that I'm complaining. I love a little competition.
We had Cinderella decked-out wagons rolling through the party (because apparently some POMs have chauffeurs), and one of my absolute favorite costumes: the Baskin-Robbins POMs! Not only did their ice cream outfits perfectly match their colors, but they got to be carried around in an actual bin all day. A BIN. Talk about luxury accommodations.
Meanwhile, my mom brought my stroller, and did I get to ride in it? Absolutely not. It was used to haul around a bunch of her stuff. Excuse me?! I guess some of us are just living very different lives. I had to WALK the entire party. The audacity.
And speaking of my mom… she decided to get crafty again. If you've been following along, you already know how questionable her crafting decisions can be. This time, she had the brilliant idea of turning me into… wait for it… POM CORN.
Yes. She put me in a box.
Now, I'll admit, the concept was pretty clever. There was even real popcorn I could snack on. But did I care? NO. The second that box came out, I knew something wasn't right. I wiggled, I protested, I refused to put my head through the opening. There was absolutely NO WAY I was going to be contained in a cardboard box for anyone's entertainment.
I think I wore it for approximately two seconds. And I can assure you, those were two seconds too long. I didn't win anything, I could barely walk, and quite frankly, I wasn't about to embarrass myself any further. Some things just aren't worth the humiliation.
Moving on!
There were SO many incredible costumes. We had Pink Pommy Club (a very clever play on words, and yes, I love that song, BTW), plenty of Chuckies, a few creepy ITs, and even a little spider crawling around. We had Disney royalty with Tinker Bell, the Beast, and Cinderella, plus some Jurassic Park action. Basically, the entire costume department showed up.
The creativity was next level, the energy was amazing, and the POMs absolutely understood the assignment. And somehow, after all that worrying about rain, we ended up with the most perfect weather. Go figure.
If you missed Pom-o-ween, don't worry. We're planning on making this an ANNUAL tradition. So consider this your official warning: start planning those costumes now. And maybe leave the cardboard boxes at home.
UP NEXT: THE POM HOLIDAY PARTY!
Okay, friends, let's talk about what's coming next because I'm pretty excited about this one.
Not only do I get to run around INSIDE (which is always a win in my book), but we're bringing out all the adorable holiday photo ops. And there's something extra special happening…
Our presenting sponsor, LUXI, is making the trip ALL THE WAY from the UK! That's right, international guests, international swag, and some seriously cute goodies coming for all the POMs.
I mean, if that's not a reason to get your tickets, I don't know what is.
So if you haven't grabbed yours yet, let's be real… what are you waiting for? This one is going to be GOOD.
And Mom, if you're reading this, here's my only holiday wish: please, for the love of all things POM, no more crafting projects that involve putting me inside things.
I've suffered enough.
Until next time,
Toast the Host
Professional partygoer. Costume critic. Unpaid stroller passenger.