Fancy Dress
Two 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
( , Thu 12 Jan 2006, 20:15)
Two 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
( , Thu 12 Jan 2006, 20:15)
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People Fucking Hate Mimes
One year I was at a loss, so I put on a striped shirt, black pants, a jaunty beret, and enough grease paint to camouflage my ugly mug, and became a mime. I thought I was so clever -- very cheap costume, and I totally looked the part.
Two problems arose. First, mimes aren't supposed to talk. Ever tried to go 6 hours of partying without talking? Pretty impossible, and it doesn't help when everybody is just waiting for you to make a mistake. Forget about chatting up any lovelies.
Second, everybody pretty much fucking hates mimes. Once you go through your repertoire of "stuck in a box", "climbing a rope", and "fighting the wind", you're stuck imitating others. Not the most welcome of activities, believe me.
It wasn't until half-way through the night that I realized: I fucking hate mimes, too!
( , Fri 13 Jan 2006, 4:57, Reply)
One year I was at a loss, so I put on a striped shirt, black pants, a jaunty beret, and enough grease paint to camouflage my ugly mug, and became a mime. I thought I was so clever -- very cheap costume, and I totally looked the part.
Two problems arose. First, mimes aren't supposed to talk. Ever tried to go 6 hours of partying without talking? Pretty impossible, and it doesn't help when everybody is just waiting for you to make a mistake. Forget about chatting up any lovelies.
Second, everybody pretty much fucking hates mimes. Once you go through your repertoire of "stuck in a box", "climbing a rope", and "fighting the wind", you're stuck imitating others. Not the most welcome of activities, believe me.
It wasn't until half-way through the night that I realized: I fucking hate mimes, too!
( , Fri 13 Jan 2006, 4:57, Reply)
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