Lady Gaga and other Halloween hideousness

Well, Halloween 2009 has come and gone and it was a pleasant enough experience. Chris and I had started the week off unsure as to what we were going to be doing Halloween night, beside the possible excursion to my sisters house. We figured it would get boring there after a while (they wanted to play bunco… ooh scary) and so we decided to look around for something to do around 10, giving us an excuse to leave before they started filling out their AARP membership cards.

We had spent nearly a week looking for costume ideas and we were unable to think of anything on the cheap. Being that we are operating at the poverty level, Halloween was going to be tight, or sparse. Either way, it was going to suck. Hazzah for holiday spirit!

I had originally wanted to go as Max, from where the wild things are, only because I wanted an excuse to sew. Now, I don’t sew very well at all, so if anything I would have gone as “Clothes and fur fabric wrapped over fat guy.” It’s a look, if nothing else. Thankfully, Chris pointed out, just how unoriginal I was being and we all know how I hate a lack of originality. (Says the gay guy with a snaky liberal blog)

I was tempted to go as Patsy from Absolutely Fabulous again and Chris was going to be my Edina, but sadly we couldn’t find a red pubic wig for Chris. I was hell bent on dressing up as a woman ONLY if I wasn’t the only one doing so.  So naturally, when Chris said he was going as Adam Lambert instead, I figured I would go as Lady Gage. Eh, I forgot.

We spent 80 bucks at the local Halloween store and went home to try on the hideous outfits. It was glori0us.

When Halloween night was upon us we spent several hours shaving and painting up our faces to look either gothic or bat shit crazy. I know very little about make up, other than I hate wearing it, so when it came to do my eye liner and eye makeup, I just starting jabbing my fingers into the makeup tubs like a fat kid at the M&M factory.  At least that’s what I did when I was there. Don’t you fucking judge me.

I looked hideous, Chris looked hideous and we walked out the door. The rest follows. Pray you spend little time in their terrific embrace, lest their images be burnt into your mind.