Being a freak is fun!!!
Here i sit, in boxers and black nail polish
Tonight was a birthday/costume party hosted by the spectacular Miss Cass. Seeing as how I wanted to save the real costume for real Halloween, I went Lost Boys for the evening. A little makeup, some safety pins and you're all good. Plus, I had all the fixings already, so it was easy.
The bash was fun. A bunch of people showed up at Jak's, the food was good, the drinks were free and Cass had some pumping tunes on the stereo.
At about 1:30, things faded. Becky and I were still itching for some more fun, so we sent the married folks home and ditched the "early bedtime" gang and took off in search of flowing beer. When Fraker and I saw some U2 cover band last night, he mentioned Cam's CD release gig at Schuba's, so Beck and I figured "What the Hell?" and headed to Southport.
Keep in mind, up until now we were with group at a costume party. All dressed up.
Black, all black. Ripped black Cure concert T-shirt, black pants held together with safety pins, cape, boots. White face paint with freaky red circles around my eyes. Bright red spiky hair. Black nails. A spiked leather wristband, lots of chains, earrings and cuffs. Not your usual frat-boy, yuppy costume. Becky, in turn, went Disco/punk, with her multicolored go-go dress, bright green fishnets and a silver wig.
In our own special way, I'd say we were pretty hot
We walked into Schuba's and the crowd pretty much stopped. I don't think I had ever been stared at that way before in my life. Where was the baseball cap? Where was the tucked-in turtleneck sweater? The fitted jeans? The gang was appalled at our blatant disregard for the rules!
The bouncer laughed. I think he was in on our little joke.
So we got a beer and headed toward the back, where we mingled a bit then stood off to the side, talking shop and mocking the stunned drunkards around us.
One girl asked Becky if she was Princess Starbright or something like that. Some guy walked past me and said "boo...halloween's next week"
So, we decided to start fucking with the kids.
One girl was staring, so Becky turned to her and said, "What, the costume party's not tonight?!?"
Another girl said Becky looked like Cher, so I played like I didn't know who Cher was until the poor drunk girl was standing in the hallway singing Cher songs loudly to help me to recognize her work.
I turned to another guy and asked him what he was supposed to be. I was gonna mention something about N*Sync, but decided against getting my ass kicked.
After watching a couple minutes of our mocking the crowd, this guy, who had been standing with his friends watching the whole thing, came up to us and started talking about how we had real balls walking around Wrigleyville dressed like that, and how he thought it was cool, and how much he loves Halloween too and hey, where were we coming from that we were all dressed up, stuff like that. We decided it was either a dare or to settle a bet, but we didn't care. People beeped at us and hooted out car windows. Many just stared as they drove by. We hopped around, looking for a few more bars, but by this time most were closing down.
On the way back to our cars, we decided it would make an interesting socialogy experiment...in a way there were subtle vestiges of discrimination there just because we were dressed differently. Anyone need a thesis? At any rate, it turned out to be wicked fun.
Yay for Halloween!
Tonight was a birthday/costume party hosted by the spectacular Miss Cass. Seeing as how I wanted to save the real costume for real Halloween, I went Lost Boys for the evening. A little makeup, some safety pins and you're all good. Plus, I had all the fixings already, so it was easy.
The bash was fun. A bunch of people showed up at Jak's, the food was good, the drinks were free and Cass had some pumping tunes on the stereo.
At about 1:30, things faded. Becky and I were still itching for some more fun, so we sent the married folks home and ditched the "early bedtime" gang and took off in search of flowing beer. When Fraker and I saw some U2 cover band last night, he mentioned Cam's CD release gig at Schuba's, so Beck and I figured "What the Hell?" and headed to Southport.
Keep in mind, up until now we were with group at a costume party. All dressed up.
Black, all black. Ripped black Cure concert T-shirt, black pants held together with safety pins, cape, boots. White face paint with freaky red circles around my eyes. Bright red spiky hair. Black nails. A spiked leather wristband, lots of chains, earrings and cuffs. Not your usual frat-boy, yuppy costume. Becky, in turn, went Disco/punk, with her multicolored go-go dress, bright green fishnets and a silver wig.
In our own special way, I'd say we were pretty hot
We walked into Schuba's and the crowd pretty much stopped. I don't think I had ever been stared at that way before in my life. Where was the baseball cap? Where was the tucked-in turtleneck sweater? The fitted jeans? The gang was appalled at our blatant disregard for the rules!
The bouncer laughed. I think he was in on our little joke.
So we got a beer and headed toward the back, where we mingled a bit then stood off to the side, talking shop and mocking the stunned drunkards around us.
One girl asked Becky if she was Princess Starbright or something like that. Some guy walked past me and said "boo...halloween's next week"
So, we decided to start fucking with the kids.
One girl was staring, so Becky turned to her and said, "What, the costume party's not tonight?!?"
Another girl said Becky looked like Cher, so I played like I didn't know who Cher was until the poor drunk girl was standing in the hallway singing Cher songs loudly to help me to recognize her work.
I turned to another guy and asked him what he was supposed to be. I was gonna mention something about N*Sync, but decided against getting my ass kicked.
After watching a couple minutes of our mocking the crowd, this guy, who had been standing with his friends watching the whole thing, came up to us and started talking about how we had real balls walking around Wrigleyville dressed like that, and how he thought it was cool, and how much he loves Halloween too and hey, where were we coming from that we were all dressed up, stuff like that. We decided it was either a dare or to settle a bet, but we didn't care. People beeped at us and hooted out car windows. Many just stared as they drove by. We hopped around, looking for a few more bars, but by this time most were closing down.
On the way back to our cars, we decided it would make an interesting socialogy experiment...in a way there were subtle vestiges of discrimination there just because we were dressed differently. Anyone need a thesis? At any rate, it turned out to be wicked fun.
Yay for Halloween!