I used to be a super hero
So hanging out after school with some kids last Friday I mentioned the Super Hero wedding the next day for which I still didn't have a good costume idea. While one girl seemed to get stuck on the alien notion that the bride wouldn't be wearing a white dress, her sister said "Storm!" (from X-Men). To which I replied "ROGUE!!!". And that my dears was the end of the search. My Wonderful Roommie happened to be on IM telling me that she was about to go to the vintage clothing & costume emporium a few blocks from her office and asked for any last minute ideas. I said "Rogue!", she said "I could be Storm!".
Some spray-on white hair dye and a pair of opera gloves later I was mostly set (+ green boots because I had to have some old school/pre-movie element). The WR found a perfect wig and has a fabulous full length flowing black leather jacket that rocked.
I will now womanfully refrain from explaining why I identify with Rogue's tragic isolation. Really.
The wedding was fun, and disarmingly romantic. The proceedings started off at an old carousel and then continued on a chilly beach where the couple was married by a woman in a wet suit and a fish-motif hat (she totally needed the wet suit, how else was she supposed to lead the bride's boat to the shore?). Despite the silliness the groom had me crying before the end of his first sentence. I could be cynical and consider it cliched for the lifelong outsider to say he no longer felt alone, and was happier than he'd thought possible. But I would be lying. There are parts of me that acknowledge that falling in love would be a good thing, but most of me is too lazy or scared to contemplate it. *womanfully refrains*
I did talk to people though - people I'd never met before. I laughed and shared seats and coffee mugs (I did not share cake). I've let my WR drag me to 2 social events lately where I knew nearly no one and I managed to enjoy myself. Huh? Wonder what's up with that.
Some spray-on white hair dye and a pair of opera gloves later I was mostly set (+ green boots because I had to have some old school/pre-movie element). The WR found a perfect wig and has a fabulous full length flowing black leather jacket that rocked.
I will now womanfully refrain from explaining why I identify with Rogue's tragic isolation. Really.
The wedding was fun, and disarmingly romantic. The proceedings started off at an old carousel and then continued on a chilly beach where the couple was married by a woman in a wet suit and a fish-motif hat (she totally needed the wet suit, how else was she supposed to lead the bride's boat to the shore?). Despite the silliness the groom had me crying before the end of his first sentence. I could be cynical and consider it cliched for the lifelong outsider to say he no longer felt alone, and was happier than he'd thought possible. But I would be lying. There are parts of me that acknowledge that falling in love would be a good thing, but most of me is too lazy or scared to contemplate it. *womanfully refrains*
I did talk to people though - people I'd never met before. I laughed and shared seats and coffee mugs (I did not share cake). I've let my WR drag me to 2 social events lately where I knew nearly no one and I managed to enjoy myself. Huh? Wonder what's up with that.