Fancy DressTwo words that fill me with dread. Fancy Dress. Some people really get off on this - last party I went to that involved dressing up, one bloke came in a sort of fetish-nazi outfit, all tight black pvc, whips and jackboots.* Which would have been OK but it was a Eurovision party, and he'd come as Austria.
What's the worst costume you've encountered? Or worn? Or been made to wear...
*and no, it wasn't one of them royals
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chthonic, Thu 12 Jan 2006, 20:15)
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Halloween fun...So there was I, at college, having the time of my life, mostly missing as much of it as I could. A young lady friend - my chem lab partner - was hosting a fancy dress party, with lots of available drink, and a hypnotist to provide some much needed entertainment for later in the evening. What was I going to wear? Since I'm not exactly the sturdiest of people build-wise, I was thinking either a skeleton (not my kind of thing) or Death. Now, I like the idea of the Grim Reaper - top bloke, just can't really go out drinking with him. So up I whip this SUPERB cowl and cloak for it, top rate work. All I needed then was the final bit - and my proudest bit - a scythe. Blue Peter time, methinks. 2 hours later, I have a nearly genuine scythe set up with me. I walked to the party, down the street (I have no shame) while every now and again getting stopped by the coppers asking the usual kind of stuff, "Where you goin' with that then?" "To reap fields, thicko" etc. In I made it to the party, and here is where the kit made itself noticed. NO OTHER GIT HAD GONE IN FANCY DRESS. My chem partner hadn't mentioned it being a bloody fancy dress party to anyone else. Swines. Still, managed to concuss the hostess' boyfriend, and actually knock the hypnotist out with my scythe. Result!
(, Fri 13 Jan 2006, 2:43, Reply)
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