Halloween Wrap Up

For Halloween I was the Deadlands character I made: Wilhemina the Gunslinger. I have to say that this costume was a success. For the first time in a few years, I was really satisfied with what came of it. I wore it to work on Friday for the first annual costume contest, but sadly, I didn't place. I guess a bunch of lawyers couldn't be expected to appreciate the awesomeness that is an undead cowgirl. I think there were several folks who just didn't "get it." After work and a brief respite of sitting on my couch and eating dinner in my underwear, I suited up once again to head down to Dragon's Lair. We were meeting up with friends and fellow dorks to head down to 6th Street and check out all the weirdos.

Dragon's Lair was pretty slow that night, as to be expected, but there were a few ghouls about. As it happened, they were having a costume contest and I went ahead and signed up for it. I ended up winning third place! Here's a better picture of David and I:

David's attempt at being a goblin was pretty disastrous. His nose didn't want to stay on and he was picking glue out of his hair and nose for days.

Onward to downtown, the crowd was huge and unruly, as per usual. But I had the added bonus this year of being burned out on it before we even got there. Here are some things that happened:

• Some one stepped on my foot, hard.
• We lost David's nephew in the crush of bodies only to reappear half an hour later at the car.
• A vampire with blood dripping out of his mouth told me I was hot.
• I saw no less than ten Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles.
• One of our friends had too much to drink and began yelling from the top of a parking garage, "I'm old Greg! I'm old Greg!"
• I spent waaaay too much money on alcohol, considering I didn't drink any myself.

It was an ok night, but I've decided that's the last time I'll go down to 6th for Halloween. We've been going there the last three years, so it's time to move on, and honestly, it's always the same scene.

The day after Halloween I went to a costume party for post-holiday revelers. I didn't want to do the gunslinger thing again. After wearing it for the entire day on Friday, I was about done with the huge corset belt and pantyhose. I ended up throwing together some things I had at the house to create Svetlana, the Socialist Sympathizer.


Behold the cockeyed glance and precariously placed cigarette. I was upset that I couldn't find an AK47 to carry around, but I think it still works. The party I went to ended up being full of incredibly rich republicans at least twenty years my senior, most of which gave me a wide berth. I guess the ol' hammer and sickle completely turned them off. But you know what, fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

And with that, a note on my feelings concerning the result of our presidential election:

I am once again proud to be an American, even if some of the older set thinks this means I'm a Socialist. I'd rather be a Socialist than a person so afraid to part with their money that they'd rather vote into office one of Bush's cronies and a person who enjoys killing animals, and encourages the destroying of the natural habitats of endangered species so we can all save a few bucks at the pump in the short term. I'd rather pay $10 a gallon than see another species go extinct at our hands. And if I were wealthy I'd rather share my good fortune with those struggling than hoard it all away for myself. Anyway, I could go on about this for quite some time if I allow myself (and I've only begun to scratch the surface), but that's not what this blog is about.

I hope you all had a great holiday!