[ we're taking flight into our own hands. ]
I am apologizing already, because this is the most excessive photopost that will ever be made, & that is just barely hyperbolic. The story is this: Kenny, Jeff, Robert, & I spent the entirety of yesterday playing in The Costume Shoppe, where we tried on ridiculous wigs & masks & fancy dresses & took a lot of pictures of the ensuing madness. I can’t bring myself to cut any more than I already have, because it was the best time imaginable.
Kenny bought an all-purpose black wig downtown, which I ended up wearing for the entire day & getting rather used to. Check my Snakes on a Plane tee.
We drove downtown blaring Miami Sound Machine & rocking out. It was vaguely mortifying, but ultimately a great way to spend Saturday.
They have everything at this costume shop. I mean, everything.
Jeff says that this blue dress makes me look like “that trailer-trash girl who’s finally been asked to Homecoming.”
Kenny’s ensemble ups the trash-factor significantly.
Jeff & I tried to gaze adoringly at each other, but Kenny’s beast mask made it hard to hold the pose.
Jeff & Kenny being dominating:
(This picture is kind of hotter than it should be.)
This is the most horrific face I am capable of, probably. I am already sorry for it. I was trying to show off how I can cross one eye at a time, & this is what came of it. Jeff’s reassuring advice: “Girl, everyone was crazyface at some point today.”
Who knew masks could be such fun?
Kenny & I played Centurions! This made me feel kind of like an extra on Xena, which was elating.
Fairy wings will probably always make me think of Sky.
This outfit is delightful.
Then we found the wedding dresses. Now, I never really did the play-wedding phase in my girlhood; I never pretended to wed the neighbor boy or anything, & I rejected D’Shae’s proposal in the second grade. Still, this is a whole new level of dressing up that I embraced with terrifying fervor.
I really, really love this dress, tacky as it is. I want to buy it, someday. The store owner saw me wearing it, & I was worried she’d be pissed at me for stripping in the middle of her store to try on wedding dresses, but instead, she found me some shoes to complete the ensemble.
“Uh-oh - Belle looks like she’s been ridden hard & put away wet!”
We took some time out to try on glasses, leading to several Elton John moments.
Pretty much my favorite boys ever.
Jeff = unspeakably adorable.
We coerced Robert into trying on an adult showgirl costume, which was, should we say, a hot mess. Jeff says that Robert looks like “Pippi’s raggedy-ass sister”, which is startlingly accurate.
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Current Mood:
glad to be here, really.
