Dressing UpRotating Disembodied Head asks: Have you spent 10,000 man hours recreating a costume of a minor character from Star Trek to wear at conventions or merely turned up at a party buck-naked and sporting a mouthful of custard which you spit out on demand and declare yourself to be a zit? Tales of the old dressing up box, fancy dress parties and stealing panties off next door's line. Said too much.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 12:37)
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Costume competitionLast night, I went to a Halloween party with my boyfriend and a couple of pals. They made a great effort: she as Finn and he as the Ice King from Adventure Time. They made their costumes from scratch and there were many adjustments made before we were good to leave. It was worth it as loads of people came up to them and congratulated heir efforts throughout the evening.
Being lazy (and short on cash), I recycled a Darth Vader costume from my fancy dress birthday party (that was on the 4th May) and felt pretty pleased with myself leaving the house under a full-length raincoat, mask, poloneck and, er, hotpants. My boyfriend, however, isn't mad keen on dressing up. After finally getting him to agree to dress up, we still had to practically force him to have a painstakingly-crafted cardboard R2-D2 sellotaped to him that someone else had made and had been in my house since the aforementioned birthday party.
Who won a prize for 'creativity'?
of course it was him.
(, Sun 28 Oct 2012, 17:59, 1 reply)
Yey for inventive avoidance dressing up.My fella hates fancy dress too. At a Cluedo themed party he wore all black and I pinned foam versions of the six weapons to his chest and he went as Dr Black the victim.
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e.m.m.y. foxtrot uniform charlie kilo india tango, Mon 29 Oct 2012, 13:25,
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