Saturday night, I was very happy with my "Greatest American Hero" costume. You can only get it at one place in the world, a relatively obscure little website based in PA or MA somewhere. "No one else will be this," I thought. The costume was a big hit everywhere we went on Saturday night, and we saw a lot of other awesome costumes... more on that to come. Anyway, we were crossing the street in Oldtown ato one point when across the street appears... The Greatest American Hero. Same exact costume, wig and all. My doppelganger and I both shouted a surprised expletive, then discovered we'd both bought them at the same place with the same idea, that no one else would.
It was the Saturday night before Halloween, and however I may've been feeling I wasn't going to miss out on the pre-Halloween revelry. At least to some extent - at least I could make an effort join some of my friends.
Thing is, it was like 70+ degrees in Oldtown Saturday night. Now, I'm not up to doing THAT much, but we do plan to at least go to a party or out to eat tonight. As much as I like the costume, the tights... not very warm. Wearing a coat over my costume and wearing that wig... I'd look like Harpo Marx. So I have a backup costume and you get a huge no-prize if you have any idea who I am. Really, drop me a line if you think you know. There IS a hint in this paragraph... nearby...
Yes, it's another costume I'm probably going to have to explain and not nearly as good as TGAH and it doesn't even really look like much of a costume. *Shut up.So the other night... you might remember I was already a sort of Clark Kent/Superman for the superhero party on the ship. Nevertheless, I was thinking about getting one of the very available, really nice Superman costumes that are out this year and going as Superman. Again. Yes, some of you remember I was already Superman in 2004. See *, above. I reconsidered when I realized everyone and their dog is either Superman or a pirate of some kind this year. On Saturday, I saw a guy in (what I thought was) one of the really nice Superman costumes, the higher-end sculpted ones. This was at Liquid, the same place we ran into the Boba Fett guy from last post. A group of ladies got this Batman guy, the Superman, and I together for some pictures, and at some point Batman quietly pointed out that Superman wasn't wearing a costume, really. I had no idea what he meant until I saw... that's not a costume, that's body paint. Really well done body paint, plus a red speedo, Superman belt, long red cape, and red Superman boots. You couldn't even tell up closem at first, that it was paint. Needless to say, the dude won the costume contest.
For those who've written, thanks very much for your concern - this is a minor thing and according to all accounts will have no long-term effects. I'm knocking on wood as I write that. The whole thing is healing up nicely - the pain in the arm is much mellower and I'm no longer taking a destructive amount of painkillers and/or muscle relaxers. I can now sleep through the night with no problem and the doctor says I'll be fit to get back to work... "good as new..." around the 20th of November. Thus, it looks like some turkey with the fam on Thanksgiving and then I head out once more into the great wide open.
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