Happy Halloween!!!

Ever the Conceptualist, my costumes in recent years have had multiple layers. In college I was a Charlie's Angel (first photo). Okay, not so conceptual. While at PCPA in Santa Maria, I was a Black Russian. Not so much the drink, but a Russian dressed in Black (middle photo). I realize 3 photos (er, 2 and a half?) does not a Conceptualist prove, but I couldn't find any more. Bear with me.

The third picture is from last Friday night. I dug up some luggage zippers (to get that nice grim chrome) and found these feather eyelashes that were to die for. Literally... because... I was dressed as... dun dun dun... Zippy the Clown's Widow. I "scene-d" out my hair (there are actually videos on youtube that show you how to style your hair like a scenester. Check it out here). I wore my contacts (shocking!) and wriggled into some black cabaret-caliber clothes. Black hot pants, plaid tights, cord vest. Cowboy boots. And the mystery I know you're all dying to de-frag... how are those zippers... on there? A lady never tells.

And the reason why we do this at all... the source of the thrill, that intense gratification not unlike the act of eating a Butterfinger, is... it's so fun to dress up like a crazy person.

And, I scared the crap out of the orphans.
Mission Accomplished!