I had originally planned to go to FastLife’s Halloween party as Marilyn Monroe, but a last minute mental picture of what I’d look like as a blonde changed my mind. So instead, I hauled out a bell-bottomed denim jumpsuit (nevermind why I own one), feathered my hair, and layered on some blue eyeshadow. I have a not-so-secret passion for the seventies.
Candice and I ran into a few guys from the beer tasting speed dating event. One seemed like he was about to get confrontational about me giving him a big old NO–this is purely conjecture, based on his belligerent, “Hi, remember me?”–but I derailed him with a cheery, “Oh, hey! How are you?” and a quick getaway. Quick getaways were the name of the game that night; I had to get Candice to rescue me from a handsy doctor.
My favourite costume of the night was definitely the lobster. He had Joseph (of Technicolour fame) as his sidekick and fine motor skills assistant. Sadly, I have no idea if he was actually cute under the plush carapace. There were a lot of cute guys there, particularly a Michael Phelps (sans medals) and an Indiana Jones (with whip!).
I had leeetle too much vodka while at the party, and then Candice and I went to Hemingway’s for a glass of wine, and that tipped me right over the edge. Then, naturally, we decided to try and get into Slacks in the Village. I don’t know if it would have worked if I’d tried to flirt my way in (I have very little polling info on whether or not my wiles work on lesbians), but we were sadly daunted by the lineup and lost heart. Church Street was rocking, though! The costumes didn’t measure up to Pride, but the street was packed with fabulousness.
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