Whooohooo….Halloween. My all time favoritest holiday ever. In my favoritest month ever. And let me tell you, October was a very crazy/stressful/busy month for me. I really needed this last weekend to let the month go. And very appropriate, as it is also New Years Eve (at least to those of us who swing a little to the pagan side)…a great way to send everything off.
My buddy L and I had promised to keep each other apprised of any good parties to celebrate the wonderful holiday (There are always parties. Where were they this year…huh? I had my party the week before for just this reason. And no parties) We wound up at our usual Saturday haunt, (That was unintentional. Promise) Ground Zero. I wore my Showgirl ensemble (Vegas-style, with a fetish bend), which consisted of a rhinestone (Yes, all rhinestone. Like a necklace, not studded) bra, vinyl skivvies, black fishnets, my black boots with the strappies that give them a nice bondage-y feel, black vinyl over-the-elbow gloves, a low slung rhinestone belt (an early b-day gift from my favoritest sister ever) and two black and white feather boas which were turned into whatever those poufy feathery things are that showgirls wear on their butts. I also turned my old plastic tiara into a feathery headdress. Despite my large thighs (yeah, I should have gone to the gym at some point in October. I was busy), I felt pretty sassy. G wore his hottie strappy jacket. He was going to be Edward Scissorhands, but we ran out of time for the scissors, so he was just a hot, hot boy. L was a bondage fairy, but for Saturday she went for comfort over authenticity. She said that she wished she had gone all out, but she was still a hottie, as usual. She had lots of vinyl and fishnet, and some bad ass wings. We got lots of looks, and had a fantabulous time. The club was more packed than we’d ever seen it. Lots of beautiful people, and lots of great costumes. There was a Tyler Durden, complete with chenille bathrobe with coffee cups. Jack was also there, complete with “Cornelius” nametag. There was a damn authentic Klingon warrior. Our favorite dancer was painted entirely silver, and was beautiful as always. We danced like we’ve never danced before, and had a little to drink…including lots of shots. It was such a blast. We got to do some dancing on the podium, and danced with the most beautiful and sweet boy. I see him every week, so it was nice to talk to him/dance with him. I can’t adequately describe how in-fucking-credible it was. I think that I will definitely be there next year.
On Sunday, the actual holiday, I had to work (bah!). My costume wasn’t considered work-appropriate, so I wore my Trinity ensemble. We were told that we should go to Market after. After a bit of discussion, we decided that we would. I called G and asked him to grab the pieces from my actual costume. I spent a nice chunk of time and money on it, so I wanted to get the full mileage out of it (even though I had sort of annihilated my fishnets on Saturday). We got to Market, and L
was there, in her full costume, looking fabulous. G wore the same thing he had on Saturday, adding his cool mask and gloves. I think Postle had an accurate description of G’s costume. Speaking of, he was Spidey…not that I was surprised. Bro-in-law was a boxer…there was a very adorable Twink and Patty O’Green. A girl I have done a coupld of shows with was Marilyn Monroe. I find this funny, because she was Marilyn Monroe in one of the shows. There was a fabulous Unabomber, the General Lee (very clever) and a Vincent Vega and Mia Wallace (which I would have admired more if I hadn’t already been Mia Wallace once). Oh, and Ariel and Wolverine. Wolverine had claws that shot out, but I didn’t test to see if they were adamantium. I didn’t drink quite so much on Sunday. And most surprisingly, I won a gift certificate in their costume contest. I was amazed mostly because we never go there, so we aren’t part of the regular gang. Also, I didn’t know there was a costume contest. Needless to say, when I was called up as a finalist, I was very surprised. I came in third, which I didn’t think was bad for just showing up. Twink won, which he much deserved. Karaoke was sang, even I took a stab at it, with my old standby, Baby Got Back. It wasn’t up to my usual standard, mostly due to some residual anxiety from the week, so I couldn’t get quite enough air. Anyhow, it was fun. We managed to get a few more pics, but didn’t have much film left. One of these days we will get a digital camera.
After the party, we went over to the old homestead to make sure it was clear. we threw out some last things, like everything in the medicine cabinet, random stuff here and there, and took the last pic on our roll of film. It was weird to see it actually empty. Then we headed home and put the lid on yet another Halloween. I am already planning our costumes for next year. I think we will go the couple route. All I will say, is that it will involve the Dark Knight Returns and lots of vinyl. Oh, and it may take me the entire year to get that shit together.
Somebody get going on the party!!