One of my favorite songs "Spooky" by Classics IV is my inspiration for this next tale.
What a time it is when we are dressing up as alter-egos or our inner selves and spend the evening "gettin' kind of groovy." It is one day of the year when you can put your mask up instead of letting yours down. Girls dress as slutty as they possibly can because they know they can't get away with their inner slut any other time of the year than to be "slutty Dorothy" or "slutty Snow White". We have come to a time and age when you can pretty much slut-up anything - even an ugly witch is now a slutty witch. And nurses who wear orthopedic shoes or scrubs are still deemed "sexy" (cough, slutty) by wearing the white zip up mini dress bearing major cleave and thigh highs. The only nurse who is ever going to provide medical assistance is behind closed doors, not at your house party, otherwise dial 911.
Back to my point, Halloween becomes so funny to me. I've had friends who can't wait to do the "slutty" thing but that's either for those who need attention or those who seek attention. The men folk are given reason to oogle even though you know you're not going to deliver on your bad-girl decor. Ok, I admit one year I did Miss Behavin' - which was a sex'd up version of a school teacher. I did it but I wasn't into it. Since then the costumes have been a bit more tasteful. Kids, don't give in to peer pressure. There are expectations for Halloween like it's friggin' New Years Eve or something, which I also find tends to be a bit of a disappointment. Go out in whatever capacity you want, just do it safely. And responsibly.
A couple years back, dressed as Devil in a Blue Dress, I met a guy at a party dressed as a vampire. He was mysterious and quiet yet something was going on behind this "costume." He only wanted to chat with me - and not the other 'devils' that were there - and asked to take me out sometime. This did not come without the disclaimer that he is newly single. RED FLAG! RED FLAG! "How long have you been single?" I ask. "3 weeks," he says. I make a face (that's still a very open wound) and say, "Well it sounds like you're attempting to get back out there but I'm a bit leery to the fact that it's still fresh." He was persistent to get my number before the end of the night. He called the very next day and we met to watch football. It was harmless. We went out a couple more times until one day he and I were out and he was telling me how his ex bummed him out...I tuned out on him there and tuned into my girl-dar - abort! abort! Guy-not-over-ex! And so I did, he attempted to reach out a couple more times but I knew the connect wasn't there and he wasn't healed. If you ever read this, hope you're doing well!
I chose to write about Halloween cause it's funny that you can think someone is something they're not simply because they're in "character". Whether you're hiding behind a wig or a mask or a persona for the night, you're either that crazy asshole every day which could make you interesting, or you're only that "character" for a night and then you go back to being whoever you are in existence. This current year I went out with Miss J who dressed as THE first princess of Disney - The Princess and the Frog - and looked cute as a button. I didn't want to put as much effort but was trying to be creative under limited resources, so instead of going as the "devil in disguise," I found a Hawaiian dress in the Art Department of my work, and a sunhat. You know, with some diva sunglasses at home and suddenly, with flip flops, I was on ...yep, Mancation! BRILLIANT!
While we went to our usual haunt, and it was uber low key, we had convinced ourselves that at least we went out and didn't stay in. And also, we did make some waves even on a 'slow' night. As I contemplated in my head whether the crowd would pick up (it did but most people came in a group and left in a group like it was a pre-game before the main event), Super Mario sat down next to me. His friend the Pimp sat down next to Miss J. They wondered if this bar was any good and we filled them in (on normal circumstances) and they asked us to join them elsewhere. And so the Halloween adventure began! In talking to Mario, you have to realize that he is bearing a full on mustache, goatee and wig bearing a hat on-top. I had NO clue who this man was underneath but he was funny, energetic and had the best laugh I had heard in a long time.
We jumped a cab to Hollywood where patrons stopped to take pictures with Mario from the window like he was Elvis or Michael Jackson. Hilarious. We arrive at this hole-in-the-wall we never knew (me and Miss J) existed and it was decent. Made friends with a lady in a wheelchair on the back patio with her 2 daughters. Met the man who plays Capt. Jack Sparrow on Hollywood Blvd. I even posed for a picture with a man who looked like he was on Mancation (like me) but he was "Fear and Loathing..."
Leaving there and stammering through the sea of under-agers on Hollywood Blvd., we sought out "a tiki bar". Giving up on Miss J's 4" heels and conviction that the place didn't really exist, we headed to a different bar. Less crowded. Less clubby. Less bullshit. We could still see the parade of people walk by and enjoy each other's company. I mean, what an unexpected and fun night! Oh, Hallow's Eve! Mario wanted my number at bar one, and I said no. Mancation doesn't allow giving out numbers unless you're worthy.
We walked from Hollywood and something all the way to me and Miss J's hood - it was madness. At this point of hanging for hours, Mario got my number. I didn't ask for his. I stayed on the beach, but now he knows what hotel I'm staying at.
Sidebar - found out that Mario wanted to go to the Tiki bar because we were on (Man) "Vacation" ha ha ha . One of the cutest things I've heard in a while.
Halloween!
What a time it is when we are dressing up as alter-egos or our inner selves and spend the evening "gettin' kind of groovy." It is one day of the year when you can put your mask up instead of letting yours down. Girls dress as slutty as they possibly can because they know they can't get away with their inner slut any other time of the year than to be "slutty Dorothy" or "slutty Snow White". We have come to a time and age when you can pretty much slut-up anything - even an ugly witch is now a slutty witch. And nurses who wear orthopedic shoes or scrubs are still deemed "sexy" (cough, slutty) by wearing the white zip up mini dress bearing major cleave and thigh highs. The only nurse who is ever going to provide medical assistance is behind closed doors, not at your house party, otherwise dial 911.
Back to my point, Halloween becomes so funny to me. I've had friends who can't wait to do the "slutty" thing but that's either for those who need attention or those who seek attention. The men folk are given reason to oogle even though you know you're not going to deliver on your bad-girl decor. Ok, I admit one year I did Miss Behavin' - which was a sex'd up version of a school teacher. I did it but I wasn't into it. Since then the costumes have been a bit more tasteful. Kids, don't give in to peer pressure. There are expectations for Halloween like it's friggin' New Years Eve or something, which I also find tends to be a bit of a disappointment. Go out in whatever capacity you want, just do it safely. And responsibly.
A couple years back, dressed as Devil in a Blue Dress, I met a guy at a party dressed as a vampire. He was mysterious and quiet yet something was going on behind this "costume." He only wanted to chat with me - and not the other 'devils' that were there - and asked to take me out sometime. This did not come without the disclaimer that he is newly single. RED FLAG! RED FLAG! "How long have you been single?" I ask. "3 weeks," he says. I make a face (that's still a very open wound) and say, "Well it sounds like you're attempting to get back out there but I'm a bit leery to the fact that it's still fresh." He was persistent to get my number before the end of the night. He called the very next day and we met to watch football. It was harmless. We went out a couple more times until one day he and I were out and he was telling me how his ex bummed him out...I tuned out on him there and tuned into my girl-dar - abort! abort! Guy-not-over-ex! And so I did, he attempted to reach out a couple more times but I knew the connect wasn't there and he wasn't healed. If you ever read this, hope you're doing well!
I chose to write about Halloween cause it's funny that you can think someone is something they're not simply because they're in "character". Whether you're hiding behind a wig or a mask or a persona for the night, you're either that crazy asshole every day which could make you interesting, or you're only that "character" for a night and then you go back to being whoever you are in existence. This current year I went out with Miss J who dressed as THE first princess of Disney - The Princess and the Frog - and looked cute as a button. I didn't want to put as much effort but was trying to be creative under limited resources, so instead of going as the "devil in disguise," I found a Hawaiian dress in the Art Department of my work, and a sunhat. You know, with some diva sunglasses at home and suddenly, with flip flops, I was on ...yep, Mancation! BRILLIANT!
While we went to our usual haunt, and it was uber low key, we had convinced ourselves that at least we went out and didn't stay in. And also, we did make some waves even on a 'slow' night. As I contemplated in my head whether the crowd would pick up (it did but most people came in a group and left in a group like it was a pre-game before the main event), Super Mario sat down next to me. His friend the Pimp sat down next to Miss J. They wondered if this bar was any good and we filled them in (on normal circumstances) and they asked us to join them elsewhere. And so the Halloween adventure began! In talking to Mario, you have to realize that he is bearing a full on mustache, goatee and wig bearing a hat on-top. I had NO clue who this man was underneath but he was funny, energetic and had the best laugh I had heard in a long time.
We jumped a cab to Hollywood where patrons stopped to take pictures with Mario from the window like he was Elvis or Michael Jackson. Hilarious. We arrive at this hole-in-the-wall we never knew (me and Miss J) existed and it was decent. Made friends with a lady in a wheelchair on the back patio with her 2 daughters. Met the man who plays Capt. Jack Sparrow on Hollywood Blvd. I even posed for a picture with a man who looked like he was on Mancation (like me) but he was "Fear and Loathing..."
Leaving there and stammering through the sea of under-agers on Hollywood Blvd., we sought out "a tiki bar". Giving up on Miss J's 4" heels and conviction that the place didn't really exist, we headed to a different bar. Less crowded. Less clubby. Less bullshit. We could still see the parade of people walk by and enjoy each other's company. I mean, what an unexpected and fun night! Oh, Hallow's Eve! Mario wanted my number at bar one, and I said no. Mancation doesn't allow giving out numbers unless you're worthy.
We walked from Hollywood and something all the way to me and Miss J's hood - it was madness. At this point of hanging for hours, Mario got my number. I didn't ask for his. I stayed on the beach, but now he knows what hotel I'm staying at.
Sidebar - found out that Mario wanted to go to the Tiki bar because we were on (Man) "Vacation" ha ha ha . One of the cutest things I've heard in a while.
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