Send in the Clowns... there ought to be clowns...
I don't seem to have any more photos of my childhood costumes.
My parents were fine, upstanding citizens of the 70's... and they took slides.
(Want to come over and see my family slide show? Heh.)
Because I was just out of school, gainlessly unemployed and without resources, I made these silly costumes my own self. As lame as they are, you can not begin to imagine how sch-sch-schmashed you can get behind one of those masks without anyone really knowing.
I am the lame Jester.
Note Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas in the back row surrounded by a harem. How about the New Year's Baby?! Or Akbar!
We had tambourines!
We had ankle bells!
We gave out pamphlets!
(Okay, so the pamphlets were stolen from Winn Dixie and instructed readers about the best methods for cooking ham or picking melons...
...but did I mention we gave out pamphlets?!)
We ended up on a stage at a warehouse party doing a
spontaneous, miraculously syncronized (yeah, right. As if.) dance routine
to Bob Marley's Exodus...
The gal with the yellow tambourine was last seen rolling around on a couch furiously making out with a guy dressed like a Catholic Priest.
(Super dooper politically correct, non?)
See the hick in the straw hat in the back row?
That is my friend Maffy Duck.
He is from England.
Yes. He. Does.
This is a Dead show.
Or the Age of Aquarious.
I appear to be Waiting for the Sun.
Pony Girl really gave it her all in 1994.
As usual, she made hers, mine and everyone's costume.
She was BEING EATEN BY A SHARK (awesome) and I was Shiva the Destroyer.
Sadly, at the lame Halloween party we attended people kept asking me alternately if I was the Mahatma Rice Girl or the M&M Candy Girl.
Can't you see that I'm part of the Hindu Trimurti!
Thrift Store Surprise!
(With recycled mask)
Pony Girl moved to the Bay Area and it shows.
Imperial Fez Person.
Blasted Pony Girl! Return anon!
K and I as The Fonz and Pinky Tuscadero.
(That is a wig, okay?! Seriously.)
I went to a party and none of my friends recognized me.
...and here is how your man will continue to look for eight consecutive days after using pomade to get that Fonzy look.
Talk about being in a "tight spot."
During her visit, Grandma Seattle suggested that this year
my Halloween costume should reflect my life in the here and now.
So I got yellow sweatpants and a yellow shirt
and I'm sewing on two small felt P's.
Because I'm "covered in baby pee pee."
Oh, The Joys.