My paper mache alien head has turned out to be too close to the Great Gazoo to fight it. I've bought some green paint and some green clothes. Now I need a little green make up and a green cape. If only one of my friends would go as Fred or Barney, then I could refer to them for the entire night as Dum-Dum. Ah well we can't have everything.
I'm looking forward to tonight. I hope that I never get over this childlike love of dressing up in disguise. Taking on a new persona is still fantastic escapism for me. And with no parental intervention I won't ruin my costume with warm clothes bundled over top.
Of course, my mothers sensibilities had us wear our jackets on top of our costumes. Like all children, I couldn't imagine who, besides my mother, had ever heard of a vampire catching a cold? But last night at dinner, Donna pointed an outraged finger across the table at her mother. Donna is still disturbed by being forced to wear her snowsuit underneath a Bat Girl costume. "Who," she cried as if it happened yesterday, "has ever heard of a fat Bat Girl?" Well tonight she'll be Cat Woman and trust me - she won't try to squeeze a snowsuit under this costume.
No comments:
Post a Comment