This past Halloween was the first I didn’t dress as the freak I love to be. I went to a masquerade theme wedding with formal attire and masks. Eyes wide shut style only without the sex and nakedness.
I know it’s been a week since Halloween but let’s revisit some of those creepy-ass, beloved costumes.
My Halloween costumes are all homemade and had three rules:
1) Since I would go out in public for the annual costume contest (gotta share this stuff with the world!) I have to be able to pee.
2) I need to be able to drink.
3) The costume needs to be recognizable to most people. Explaining it ruins my buzz.
There was Beaker with the severed head of Bunsen. I love me some muppets and so did other people based on the awkward chest bumps I got from dudes. Poor Bunsen never saw it coming.
Bender is always a hit with drunk and sober people alike. There was even a beerinside for my own personal stash in case I got stranded somewhere, beerless.
Piranha Plant after eating Mario. She ran off to be with Luigi, the sexy of the two. He digs the black widow vibe.
The Man in the Yellow Hat with Rabid Curious George was a hit. Who doesn’t love a cuddly monkey ripping eyeballs out?
Zombie Hello Kitty was one of the more uncomfortable costumes but I have no regrets. YOLO.
Ronald McDonald after he ate the kids. What better costume for someone pregnant. On top of that, I have diverse baby parts representing that this clown eats all babies.
After 6 solid wins of the costume contests, I’m a little sad. That time of my life is over. The wedding was a good segway out. I’m not sorry to leave the bar scene and be home by 10:30pm though. I have a feeling I will have something ridiculous next year planned.