once more with feeling
For the work party, I tried to turn my generic "in drag" outfit into more of a costume, so I put a pirate spin on it. I figured it would be more entertaining that way. Mostly I think it was just confusing. Drag, even pirate drag, might just be too much for the minds of our clients to grasp. Not the really crazy ones, not the schizophrenic ones. They see shit that doesn't conform to reality all the time. It's the high-functioning, personality-disordered ones who don't quite know what to do when they see me walk in with a moustache and goatee. It's a little weird. But what can I say, I'm just a good old fashioned gender bender. That's why I love Halloween so much.
But I only love it up to a point, and at this point I'm kinda sick of it. And sure, I'm glad it's technically over, but there's still one Halloween related activity on my agenda before I can hammer the last nails in Halloween's coffin (har har) -- Adventure Girl and I have to go over to Maia's house and UNDECORATE for the party. Which, like decorating, will probably be a little party unto itself. Hopefully we'll have beer. Perhaps pizza. And then I can start worrying about other seasonal holidays... like my birthday and Thanksgiving and that other big one. Hannukah.