Rule #1. You must wear white in order for your friends to draw graffiti on you throughout the night.
Rule #2. You must come bearing a mustache...whether this be grown, drawn on, or attached somehow.
I opted for a creepy, curly 'stache similar to "V for Vendetta" and had it sketched on with eye liner. My friends had everything from the "Hitler patch" to the "Yosemite Sam" waterfalls of chin hair, which Lauren made with construction paper and taped to her face! We were classy, let me tell you!
Although this all lasted only about 30 minutes. I was standing still so someone could write on my back and so I asked Lauren if she could hand me some cake to tide me over (a girl's gotta eat). She saw this as a prime opportunity, and I don't blame her, to shove the ENTIRE piece of cake into my mouth and then smear the chocolate frosting all over my face...thus the food fight ensued! Let's just say one thing led to another and later we were cleaning cake and salsa dip and whatever else was once an appetizer, off every surface of the kitchen and living room. There was definitely cake on the ceiling too. It was fantastic! Although it does sadden me a little that so much perfectly good chocolate cake ended up on the floors rather than in my mouth.