Went to a great
Halloween party last night -
one of the
best dance bands I've heard (and seen) for some time.
Really elaborate and clever
costumes. One man in a
wheelchair made himself up as a grocery
shopping cart.
Another guy - people had names for him like "
Hurricane
Man" or "
The Windblown Guy" - all his clothes, his pants,
his coat, his tie, and of course his hair, were veering
off to the left
as if a strong wind as pulling them.
I wore an eighteenth-century dress and white wig that I borrowed from a friend in the costume business.
I helped my husband dress as a woman. I never realized
before what broad shoulders he has. Such a hoot.
One puzzling phenomenon was that many men wanted to
feel his fake breasts. Just as puzzling was his
reaction that he expected it to happen, although
he couldn't explain why. I started watching the faces
of these guys and they had this look of illicit pleasure,
as if they were children stealing candy. Go figure.
Then, on the way home at 2 AM, we were hungry and almost
stopped at Denny's (for lack of any real choice), but he
was embarrassed to go inside in his dress. I had to
laugh, it was so cute.