how quickly will your joy pass?
Last night Hana and I dressed up as delusions of Courtney Love's drug-addled mind. More accurately, we were an acid trip.
Kristen was Courtney, looking totally wrecked, with a wild blond wig, a little blue dress, a flannel shirt, torn fishnets, smeared red lipstick, smudgy eyeliner, sunglasses and track marks.
I was Delusion #1 (bottom to top):
-cream heels with the word "ELEVATOR" painted on the back of each, one in grey, the other red, and paint splatters of the opposite color on each.
-black jeans.
-voluminous, baby blue hoop skirt with ornamental pink ribbons.
-tie-dye t-shirt.
-Authentic World War II military jacket.
-the word "ACID" written upside-down and backwards across my neck.
-bear mask and skewed glasses.
Hana was Delusion #2 (bottom to top):
-plaid converse.
-black leggings.
-upside down, white-styrofoam mannequin head tied around her waist, with blond hair shorn from Courtney's wig, and sometimes a half-smoked cigarette, coming out of the neckhole.
-blue batik muumuu with lace accents.
-red long-sleeved shirt
-the word TRIP written upside-down and backwards across her face.
-a buzzard beak.
-a 'finger clacker,' which came from a vending machine and consisted of four hard plastic balls attached to the end of jelly-like tentacles.
The night starts with Delusions getting ready. Next stop: liquor store, where Delusions and Courtney each buy a personal bottle of champagne. Then to Bruce and Allison's, where they were already Frankenstein and Bride of. Courtney readies, she and Delusions drink champagne by candlelight, Frankenstein is silent and in the shadows, sometimes closing his eyes.
Then to the Red Jug. There is much confusion, much acting as though we were, actually, completely insane. It becomes a blur, not from alcohol, but from the absolute absurdity of, well, everything. The clacker gets a lot of play, eventually loses its balls, becomes a nosepiece. Delusions alternately taunt and dance with Courtney, she insists we're a part of her. A young woman dressed as a Lost Boy, smoking clove cigarettes, seems to genuinely believe she is a prophet, somehow God spoke to her and made her believe she must be the Bride of Christ tomorrow. Weirdly, everyone really liked her anyway. Delusion #1 is spanked with a paddle. An acquaintance shows up alone, dressed awesomely as his own alter-ego and dances with Delusion #2 like a fucking madman. The night, like most acid trips, ends with Delusions sleeping on the couch.
Kristen was Courtney, looking totally wrecked, with a wild blond wig, a little blue dress, a flannel shirt, torn fishnets, smeared red lipstick, smudgy eyeliner, sunglasses and track marks.
I was Delusion #1 (bottom to top):
-cream heels with the word "ELEVATOR" painted on the back of each, one in grey, the other red, and paint splatters of the opposite color on each.
-black jeans.
-voluminous, baby blue hoop skirt with ornamental pink ribbons.
-tie-dye t-shirt.
-Authentic World War II military jacket.
-the word "ACID" written upside-down and backwards across my neck.
-bear mask and skewed glasses.
Hana was Delusion #2 (bottom to top):
-plaid converse.
-black leggings.
-upside down, white-styrofoam mannequin head tied around her waist, with blond hair shorn from Courtney's wig, and sometimes a half-smoked cigarette, coming out of the neckhole.
-blue batik muumuu with lace accents.
-red long-sleeved shirt
-the word TRIP written upside-down and backwards across her face.
-a buzzard beak.
-a 'finger clacker,' which came from a vending machine and consisted of four hard plastic balls attached to the end of jelly-like tentacles.
The night starts with Delusions getting ready. Next stop: liquor store, where Delusions and Courtney each buy a personal bottle of champagne. Then to Bruce and Allison's, where they were already Frankenstein and Bride of. Courtney readies, she and Delusions drink champagne by candlelight, Frankenstein is silent and in the shadows, sometimes closing his eyes.
Then to the Red Jug. There is much confusion, much acting as though we were, actually, completely insane. It becomes a blur, not from alcohol, but from the absolute absurdity of, well, everything. The clacker gets a lot of play, eventually loses its balls, becomes a nosepiece. Delusions alternately taunt and dance with Courtney, she insists we're a part of her. A young woman dressed as a Lost Boy, smoking clove cigarettes, seems to genuinely believe she is a prophet, somehow God spoke to her and made her believe she must be the Bride of Christ tomorrow. Weirdly, everyone really liked her anyway. Delusion #1 is spanked with a paddle. An acquaintance shows up alone, dressed awesomely as his own alter-ego and dances with Delusion #2 like a fucking madman. The night, like most acid trips, ends with Delusions sleeping on the couch.