neighborhood party themed "Carnival of Terror." We were really excited about this party, because we've been watching over the past few weeks as our neighbor Kelly transformed her craftsman-style home into a ghoulish haunted house complete with graveyard, killer clown, sarcophagus, and a cage filled with dismembered baby dolls. In fact, we met Kelly when we slowed down one day to compliment her on her decor. In about 10 minutes she told us her life story and invited us to this party, giving us a glossy flyer with a terrifying clown on it. 
Cool.
We asked Jess to join us, and she planned to dress up as a fairy. I suggested she make it more evil by going as the 
Twisted Tooth Fairy with blood coming out of her mouth and a bloody tooth in her hand, but she wasn't interested. As we were getting ready at my house, I looked over and realized that her outfit was actually a piece of lingerie, so I teased her that maybe she was going as Tinkerslut, and we had a good belly laugh over it as she thanked me sarcastically for being such a sweet friend. She had a point, though - it wasn't actually that revealing.
Twisted Tooth Fairy with blood coming out of her mouth and a bloody tooth in her hand, but she wasn't interested. As we were getting ready at my house, I looked over and realized that her outfit was actually a piece of lingerie, so I teased her that maybe she was going as Tinkerslut, and we had a good belly laugh over it as she thanked me sarcastically for being such a sweet friend. She had a point, though - it wasn't actually that revealing. So after waiting a long time for Geoff to put the finishing touches on his make-up (to look like the flesh was melting off of his face), w
e walked over to the party. Kelly (who was dressed as a freakish circus ringleader) had every decoration imaginable, there were awesome appetizers, a full bar, and ghoulish music. Kelly cornered us in the game room and, with pressured speech, proceeded to tell us in far greater detail than was befitting the length of 
our aquaintance the story of her son's circumcision, her father's Parkinson's disease, about four or five present and former jobs she held, her father's freak accident with the paint thinner and the spray gun and the details of how she got that giant wax alien from the set of the movie in her game room.
e walked over to the party. Kelly (who was dressed as a freakish circus ringleader) had every decoration imaginable, there were awesome appetizers, a full bar, and ghoulish music. Kelly cornered us in the game room and, with pressured speech, proceeded to tell us in far greater detail than was befitting the length of our aquaintance the story of her son's circumcision, her father's Parkinson's disease, about four or five present and former jobs she held, her father's freak accident with the paint thinner and the spray gun and the details of how she got that giant wax alien from the set of the movie in her game room. There weren't that many people there yet, so we wandered around and took pictures and chatted with the other freaks. Soon it became apparent that there were no eligible bachelors at this freak show, so Jess urged us to ditch that party prematurely for another party with more single guys. We made our excuses and felt bad for leaving a party that was clearly not up and going to the level that the hostess had hoped.
All three of us headed downtown to a multi-level party with a bouncer, themed "Coyboys and Indians." As soon as we stepped into the party and saw the throngs of scantily-clad singles on the prowl, Geoff and I realized our costumes - and our very concept of Halloween - was entirely misplaced. Somehow Halloween, with its celebration of the dead, the undead, the freakish, the scary, and the alter-ego, has morphed to become a parade of fantasies and an excuse for a bacchanalia. At that moment, I understood why every costume shop in San Diego is filled with 
skimpy nurse's outfits, little bunny suits, or tiny underwear with no other identifiable purpose than to be really tiny. Jess' costume, which I inaccurately had dubbed Tinkerslut, was practically nunnish in this crowd, though she fit in much better than we did. Geoff and I couldn't have been more out of place in our Victorian-inspired costumes, which were intended to be scary or freakish and not at all for the purpose of mating.
skimpy nurse's outfits, little bunny suits, or tiny underwear with no other identifiable purpose than to be really tiny. Jess' costume, which I inaccurately had dubbed Tinkerslut, was practically nunnish in this crowd, though she fit in much better than we did. Geoff and I couldn't have been more out of place in our Victorian-inspired costumes, which were intended to be scary or freakish and not at all for the purpose of mating. Oddly enough, however, a more authentic spirit of Halloween (at least how we see it) did emerge from this clash of two worlds. Our appearance at that party created something of a mutual freak show - they staring at us wondering in horror what we thought we were (zombie? they asked Geoff, princess? they asked me stupidly), we gawking at the devil woman in hot pants whose pointed tail was coiling its way dangerously back towards her rectum.
We were like a pair of macabre turkeys who stumbled into a flock of hot and bothered peacocks. Ridiculous. We tried our best to mingle, but the silliness overwhelmed us, so we left the party and Jess stayed behind. Hopefully the evening was fruitful for her.
3 comments:
That sounds like a lot of fun, and yes i don't understand the whole skimpy costumes either. Halloween is supposed to be scarry.
go to my myspace site to see a few pics of the werehouse’s Halloween party this year.
I have also put a small clip of “bauhauz” with Doug and Jason on Youtube. just search for bauhauz with a z
don't hate. halloween is just an excuse to get all slutty and drunk.
maybe if you had just worn the beard......that would have been hot.
spoken like the true mother of 1.5
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