when grown people wear costumes...

lineup: the usual suspects

Ah, Halloween... the one remaining "kid" holiday that allows non-kids to still act like kids! Who doesn't love to put on a ridiculous costume and pretend for an evening to be somebody else? And what is it about Halloween parties that make you think you need to drink more? Hmmmm... maybe because it's not YOU slamming the spirits - it's that other persona you've created for one night - your alter ego, if you will. In my case, it was the Can O' Worms (yes, I was dressed as a Can O' Worms) that guzzled all those Blue Moons... bad can 'o worms!

Last night was no exception - our dear F had a marvelously fun Halloween party - the first party in her fabo new house-that-hippies-built - the ideal party house. A good time was had by all, judging from the raucous laughter and copious amounts of beer that seemed to flow like lies out of an Alaskan politician's mouth as the evening progressed... and my hangover. Yes, me - the one who rarely gets hangovers. Granted, it's not one of those "hangovers of doom" that you might read about in The Hangover Journals, but a day of mild pain and discomfort and feeling like Methuselah's grandmother, nonetheless. Oh, well.

The costumes were, I must say, very clever and all had some kind of heady twist, which is befitting of my groovy friends. F was "Aga, the Cave Girl", donning herself in fabulously gawdy fake fur she had cobbled together a la The Flinstones, and topping the ensemble off with a dear antler in her hair. K and J did a couple-theme - K was an Obama supporter at a McCain rally (ie: all beat up) and J was the Republican who beat him up, sporting a badge that said "Gawd (hearts) Guns". C was a flag-wearin' proud American (aka scary right winger). Z was "the Mayor of Munchkinland", replete with soapbox from which he delivered his proclamations - hilarious costume! The lovely H was a fortune teller and looked quite glam, indeed. GTB was "Satan Claus", wearing a santa suit and long black wig a la Ozzy Ozborn, et. al. J was the Faye Dunaway character from "Barfly"... sort of... who also took dictation. (as I said - heady) A was "Captain Save-a-Hoe", sporting a condom sash and a pocketed apron with all kinds of info on STDs. C was a mermaid and her boyfriend was a red lobster. G was an escaped psycho convict. B was a Brazilian Flag. QOB wore a fabulous rainbow-colored afro wig and groovy shades. And then there was my Can O' Worms - one of those last-minute costumes that was not exactly well-engineered... I couldn't even bend over, let alone sit down. Later in the evening, however, F was kind enough to trim my can at the waist so I had lower-body mobility again.

Yes, it was quite a collection of creative couture - check out the Flickr-linked pics below. 

Charles & Aga, the Cave GirlKyle as an Obama supporter at a McCian Rally"Gawd hearts guns"
Madame Helen & Mayor ZenSatan Claus & the PsychoJodi as the Faye Dunaway character from "Barfly"Audrey as "Captain Save-a-hoe"Celeste, the Mermaidlobster boyAnnie!
 

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