Ever since I was little, Halloween hasn't really been a holiday that held much interest for me. Aside from the candy, there was no draw to it for me. So, when this year's Halloween came around, I viewed it with a more open mind than usual. Because, really, who's going to be the stick in the mud saying no to a drag queen on the one night of the year that people are going out of their way to become drag queens?
The thought had crossed my mind that I wanted nothing to do with Halloween, because it's never been any fun for me. I've always had to work, and any time that I was invited to any kind of party, it was either while I was working, or I just wasn't in the mood to go. And, the opportunity presented itself to go to two Halloween parties, along with two drag shows. And, I was going to be free to go to all of them. What magic is this?
After realizing that the different parties meant that I should probably have different costumes, I kinda started to panic. The idea of one costume was scary enough. Three or four? Oh my.
I spent the first part of the Halloween season picking over costumes at Marden's and Party City, hoping that a costume would just jump out on me, and BOOM! I'd know what I wanted to be. Unfortunately, life doesn't really work that way. So, I'd pick up a piece here and there, and hope that I could figure out what I wanted to do with them.
The night of the first show, I ended up changing my mind completely. Instead of going as the Gargoyle, that I had considered, I ended up deciding that I wanted to be a dead goth boy. I bought my first bottle of nail polish....for myself, and was excited about it. I decided that I wanted to do something totally different, and new, and bought a bottle of black paint, and a white t-shirt, which I promptly ran over (on purpose) after painting the tire of my car black.
Quickly, after changing out my hair for different hair, my costume came together. I stenciled my tire track across my face, and then just had to wait for the ladies to finish getting ready. After all, not only was it a costume party, with prizes (supposedly) but, it was a show night. So, I was chauffeur to the girls.
And, for the first time, the venue was mostly empty for the show. And, I was one of four people in costume. Me, Pocahontas, Cleopatra, and the Gay-o-saurus. The show, of course, as usual was great. And, I met a couple of people Dan had gone to school with. So, it was fun.
The next night, was the Halloween party in Ogunquit, at Mainestreet. And, by the time we were in the mood to do anything, we didn't have the energy. So, we stayed home.
Then, came the show at Blackstones. Again, I was expecting a lot of people to be out in costume, even though Halloween itself wasn't until the following Thursday. And, again, I decided to dress up a little. I glued some demon horns to my head and decided to tattoo myself fully, using a shirt that Dan had. One that actually got me a few people trying to figure out if they were real or not.
Again another amazing show, a fund raiser for the Dempsey Center in Lewiston. All the usuals were there. Shaunna Rai, Vanila Honey-Bush, and Miss E'on.
The final event for Halloween wasn't happening until after Halloween was over. Another fund raiser for Pride. And, at that point, I was over Halloween. I learned a lesson though. In the future, I'm going to pick a costume far earlier than I did this year. I'll stick with the same costume, or change small things in it. But, I need to NOT wait until the last minute to do so.
Who knows? Halloween is a holiday where Drag is an acceptable costume....I mean, all the jocks are dying to get into a dress...or at least they were in high school. Maybe next year, I can take the Kathy Griffin look a step further...
The thought had crossed my mind that I wanted nothing to do with Halloween, because it's never been any fun for me. I've always had to work, and any time that I was invited to any kind of party, it was either while I was working, or I just wasn't in the mood to go. And, the opportunity presented itself to go to two Halloween parties, along with two drag shows. And, I was going to be free to go to all of them. What magic is this?
After realizing that the different parties meant that I should probably have different costumes, I kinda started to panic. The idea of one costume was scary enough. Three or four? Oh my.
I spent the first part of the Halloween season picking over costumes at Marden's and Party City, hoping that a costume would just jump out on me, and BOOM! I'd know what I wanted to be. Unfortunately, life doesn't really work that way. So, I'd pick up a piece here and there, and hope that I could figure out what I wanted to do with them.
The night of the first show, I ended up changing my mind completely. Instead of going as the Gargoyle, that I had considered, I ended up deciding that I wanted to be a dead goth boy. I bought my first bottle of nail polish....for myself, and was excited about it. I decided that I wanted to do something totally different, and new, and bought a bottle of black paint, and a white t-shirt, which I promptly ran over (on purpose) after painting the tire of my car black. Quickly, after changing out my hair for different hair, my costume came together. I stenciled my tire track across my face, and then just had to wait for the ladies to finish getting ready. After all, not only was it a costume party, with prizes (supposedly) but, it was a show night. So, I was chauffeur to the girls.
And, for the first time, the venue was mostly empty for the show. And, I was one of four people in costume. Me, Pocahontas, Cleopatra, and the Gay-o-saurus. The show, of course, as usual was great. And, I met a couple of people Dan had gone to school with. So, it was fun.
The next night, was the Halloween party in Ogunquit, at Mainestreet. And, by the time we were in the mood to do anything, we didn't have the energy. So, we stayed home.
Then, came the show at Blackstones. Again, I was expecting a lot of people to be out in costume, even though Halloween itself wasn't until the following Thursday. And, again, I decided to dress up a little. I glued some demon horns to my head and decided to tattoo myself fully, using a shirt that Dan had. One that actually got me a few people trying to figure out if they were real or not. Again another amazing show, a fund raiser for the Dempsey Center in Lewiston. All the usuals were there. Shaunna Rai, Vanila Honey-Bush, and Miss E'on.
The final event for Halloween wasn't happening until after Halloween was over. Another fund raiser for Pride. And, at that point, I was over Halloween. I learned a lesson though. In the future, I'm going to pick a costume far earlier than I did this year. I'll stick with the same costume, or change small things in it. But, I need to NOT wait until the last minute to do so.
Who knows? Halloween is a holiday where Drag is an acceptable costume....I mean, all the jocks are dying to get into a dress...or at least they were in high school. Maybe next year, I can take the Kathy Griffin look a step further...
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