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Oy vey, I am exhausted. Cosplaying is hard work! I am finally getting my s*&t together and working on my 2 new costumes, Alex from A Clockwork Orange and the Goat Lord (partially my own design, the head was donated). I *just* spent seven hours shopping, but the ALex prototype is ready for a showcase. This is the reward for dating costume designers, I only started this outfit this morning, and I am ready to rock it tonight! ALl I need is to borrow some eyeliner, I grabbed some false self-adhesive lashes at iParty. Nice. I even went out and bought some crappy boots that I am gonna sandpaper to give them a more authentic look. And I borrowed a black cane from the Props room. Whatever, I can do what I want as long as I replace it before the summer ends. The glory of Master keys! The reason I am creating the Alex outfit is actually for Club Hell's fetish night. I was invited to see a Burlesque performance there and (luckily!) I dressed like a 70's vampire pimp, so they waved me in no sweat, alongside the sixty-year-old guy in a short wig and PVC miniskirt. Ugh. But I had some trouble convincing the bouncer that my two companions were good to go, since they are schmucks and don't have any fun fetish wear. But I managed it with my wily man-charms and told the doorman that they were certainly in costume, fer chrissakes my pal was even wearing women's jeans!! Seriously, he was. Damn him, I can't get away with that, my behind is a bit too large, although I did figure out after a day of trying on pants that I am a size 14 in womans'! Heck yeah.
It was a fun night, reminds me of the festivals I go to during July and my friend's house in Vegas. Just a friendly, outgoing, accepting crowd who likes to dance, drink, and occasionally cross-dress and flog each other. Whatever. Healthier than smoking cigarettes, I guess. The drinks were a bit much however, and I ended up crashing at my friend's place, because drinking and driving is not kosher. Plus, I couldn't really see straight. I awoke a few hours later fully dressed on his couch, and he was heading out to the beach. The Beach!!! WTF. So I went upstairs and slept on his bed for 2 more hours until I was good to drive home, and then proceeded to sleep for a few more hours. Too bad, it was a real nice day. Oh well, I like the night better. I am the Bat.
It was a fun night, reminds me of the festivals I go to during July and my friend's house in Vegas. Just a friendly, outgoing, accepting crowd who likes to dance, drink, and occasionally cross-dress and flog each other. Whatever. Healthier than smoking cigarettes, I guess. The drinks were a bit much however, and I ended up crashing at my friend's place, because drinking and driving is not kosher. Plus, I couldn't really see straight. I awoke a few hours later fully dressed on his couch, and he was heading out to the beach. The Beach!!! WTF. So I went upstairs and slept on his bed for 2 more hours until I was good to drive home, and then proceeded to sleep for a few more hours. Too bad, it was a real nice day. Oh well, I like the night better. I am the Bat.