The work week is winding down, and I am grateful. It’s been one of those weeks, where it seems like full moon behavior even though that’s still a week away. Must be the onset of fall.
A friend sent me this link a while back, knowing I’d appreciate the behavior. While the behavior is typical year-round in my neighborhood, the outfit certainly isn’t. However, that particular outfit and I have a history…
A few years back, I won tickets to KUFO’s Paranormal Party. A gal-pal and I were spending virtually all our off-work time together, and she was my default date for just about everything. When I invited her, it wasn’t a case of “I have nothing to wear!” It was a case of “Which wacky outfit best fits this occasion?” Yep, she had that exact same cow costume. She looked so cute, bovine with bright pink pigtails.
Then there was me, looking fah-bulous dahling in my bright red muu-muu with red faux-pearls and Little Orphan Annie wig. (My red beard really brought the costume together.) Fortunately no pictures of that night exist. A co-worker has started a mini-urban legend, telling everyone it was a red tu-tu. No no no… Big difference between tu-tus and muu-muus! (Although the hilarity factor would have been through the roof, and I probably would have done it…) I cringe at the thought of my legacy as being similar to that of the hippo ballerina from ‘Jungle Book‘ Fantasia. I’m much more comfortable with a Bruce Vilanch image in people’s heads.
The night was fantastic. The Paranormal Party was held at the Crystal Ballroom, featuring all cover bands. (I especially liked the Iron Maidens, an all-girl tribute band. I’m hot for Steady Edith…) Time has erased most of the costumes from my memory, but another couple sticks in my mind. He was Tom Cruise from Risky Business. Necktie, sunglasses and tighty whities. (Truly risky business in the pink zone on a Saturday night.) The gal? She was a tall, busty gorgeous cavewoman, complete with Flintstones outfit and club. She followed me around the whole night, threatening to bonk me over the head and drag me back to her cave. I should have let her. But that would have meant leaving my date with an already mostly-undressed Tom Cruise lookalike, which I’m sure would have put off my date. (Yeah, right.)
Because we were busing, we left early. As we stumbled onto Burnside, a a fellow of temporary residence and questionable temperance approached us, asking for spare change. My date had a long overcoat covering her costume. She looked at him, opened her overcoat like a flasher, and showed him the udders, which were slung low and looked like, well, the Gattling gun of penises. The bum’s jaw dropped, he stumbled away muttering, probably looking desperately for a CHIERS wagon.
I will *not* be in drag this year. (My costume is Top Secret Clown Business this time around.) How about you? Any good costume ideas, stories? Christmas season starts in a couple weeks, so let us make the most of Halloween! It falls on a Friday night this year.
You can bet I’m gonna be downtown…
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FYI: those hippo ballerinas were in Fantasia, not The Jungle Book
@Etc – Duly noted. Thanks!
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