The Girl and I went to a 60s-themed party at
thoroughbass's apartment on Friday. You hear 60s party and think hippie, headband, bell bottoms, right? Not this mook. I went as one of what Kennedy called "The Best and the Brightest":
(More images through the link)
Later in the night, this was abbreviated to "Bob McNamara" or simply "The Man."
Two things scared me about this costume. First, it took very little effort to switch from my daily look to something like this. Second, I am really starting to resemble my father.
Whatever else you say about the squares, they know how to get wrecked and get down.
la_chispa (who went as Joan Baez) and I each swigged a few glasses of Pym's and a martini or two, then destroyed the dancefloor for a couple hours. Pictures courtesy
tinctoris: