n: vb: the spice of imagination
Someone said we were dressed as city workers when we were out last night, to which I said, “No! Cosmonauts!”.
They replied, “But cosmonauts aren’t real, city workers are, so you’re city workers.”
“What do you mean cosmonauts aren’t real?” “There’s no such thing as a cosmonaut!”
What are people doing for Hallowe’en? We don’t have a costume concept, let alone a party plan. Blasphemy! Unheard of! I would be ouraged, except that it’s an annual issue. Once again, like every year, I had some utterly fantastic ideas early on, around February or March, that I have completely forgotten. Things I remember liking were the low rez girl and the Lichtenstein couple, (see also: these girls), as well as a seriously dashing faun costume at Teatro Zinzanni that added an incredibly handsome men’s corset to the regular furry legs. In the back of my head is an idea to go as Sputnik and Laika, a retro nod to the history of future, wrapped in tin-foil and fun fur paws, but I haven’t run it past Tony yet. Given his fluffy head, I’ll argue, I totally get to be the satellite.
It was our six month anniversary this past weekend, so we went to Teatro ZinZanni, the dinner theater circus we went to on our very first date, as part of our glorious Halloween. Teatro ZinZanni celebrated with us, in turn, by signing us up for their costume contest, where we won third place! I’d never been in a costume contest before, so I was nervous, but it was ridiculously fun, and we won silly Teatro ZinZombie t-shirts. Plus, as a bonus, we were informed after that we were the number one staff pick! We’re still thrilled. What better way to start an evening?
What was your costume(s)? Post pictures!
One of the many, (you’d think unexpected), things we accomplished during Sunday’s epic bed-sit stay in was to finally nail down what we’re going as for Hallowe’en. After hours of hare brained ideas and methodically poring through costume sites, we finally decided that Tony will go as a blindfolded knife-thrower with terrible aim and I’ll be his lovely knife studded assistant! Tah-dah! Fun without slut, a pinch of the circus, (which, if we had a Thing, would likely be our Thing), and due to last year’s costume mix-up, I’ve already got the boots.
The world just got smaller again, Ben just did an utterly smashing cover for one of Pia‘s Dr. Who comics.
She’s actually going through a bit of a rough time right now, a close friend recently passed away from cancer, (she was sending us updates while we were away), so this is especially nice news. Help her out by voting for Y: the last man. I’m hoping soon we can get together again for coffee and ragging on the world, as the world so deserves. Any week now, David and I are planning on hitting up her husband Ian’s “Canadian Content” Urban Improv comedy night over in Kits, (every Monday at the Chivana Restaurant & Lounge), and buying them some commiserating drinks.
Until then, we’re mostly going to be staying in and being poor. David is an unemployed house-husband right now, (he lost his job to come on the trip), and my bank account is running scary low, especially as I may end up catching the entirety of the rent myself in November. I plan on setting up a photography space as soon as there’s room in the house, though, and selling prints for Christmas. I’ve got some concepts already sketched out that I’m really looking forward to bringing into being. Shots with white and red and metal, symmetry and pop. The house is too much of a mid-move disaster to get started, but soon, I’m hoping, soon.
In other news, my Hallowe’en costume is a go. I bought a lion tamer costume off eBay, a little ditty that comes with a corset with tails, (100% of my costume choice motivation right there), which saves me having to make one. I’ve always loved Hallowe’en and making my own costumes, but this year, I just hit a wall. Being back east in cities that actually celebrate Hallowe’en was just too much for me. Now I’m here, I want quick and dirty access to the joy that is dressing up. I don’t want to have to stay up until three in the morning figuring out a pleat, pins in my fingers, chalk in my hair, in a city that just doesn’t really care. I’m done with it. Time to simply give in to consumerism – keep the car running.
The ravers, upstairs, they dressed like goths for hallowe’en. The goths, when they dressed up, dressed up as a body politic. The room was a black sea of costumed bodies, everywhere PVC and devil horns, fake hair in fantastic formations. There will be pictures up on various websites soon, I’m sure.
Now I’m eating pez for breakfast.
Well – I finally know what I’m going to be for All Hallows this year. I’ve been frantically hating myself for my stunning lack of creativity. I’m too adapted to sitting in a basement without human contact to actually THINK anymore. It’s scary.
Anyhoo – my happy thought, together will m’love, is this.
I will be Love, and he will be Lust.
I’m really enjoying the ideas that swirl around this pairing. Lust/Love; Sex/Death; Want/Need.
Something scarlet, and perhaps in raw silk. I’ve already created part of his costume. He’s going to be done up sexy. *happygirl* I’ve started on his costume already. Shimmery, translucent shirt, in red and black. I’ve still to get fabric to make his pants. I’m still uncertain what My dress is to look like. Something sweet, yet regal? I’ve asked a brilliant genius artist friend to hhelp, as I cannot draw well to save a life. (I wonder if I can still paint…)
I’m to have a slim volume of sweet poetry tied to my wrist, he is to have red fuzzy handcuffs.
It’s going to be FUN.
