Brett & Me, Halloween 1989. I was Freddy Krueger. My brother asked me to help him look like a punk rocker. I dyed his hair pink, gave him Alice Cooper make-up and made him a rock-shirt with a bunch of hand-drawn logos of all the bands I was into! (I can't read them all, but I do see Anthrax, Metallica, Van Halen and TESLA! hahah).
...but went the extra mile this year and went full grim reaper. Including eight-inch platform boots (that made me 6'7"!) chain, hour glass hung around my neck and real scythe (not pictured).
This was the first party I'd gone to since Mer and I had split up. I was feeling sad & and little tender. I didn't come with a costume so Jenny helped me spice it up a bit...
...while I painted my face as a skull! Haha. This year I couldn't even be bothered to find white face paint and had to make do with just an eyeliner pencil.
I like dressing up, but I don't really like all the planning and buying stuff that's involved in dressing up. So more often than not, I'll revert to a last-minute halloween costume with whatever's lying around.
On my way out, I ran into some little kids doing late night (12:30am!) trick or treating with their mom and they liked my make up so we stopped and took photos together. Zombie Ballerina!
Then I got busy whipping together my own last-minute Halloween costume! I decided to make use of the awesome Cobra Kai t-shirt (sent to me courtesy of 80sTees.com) and dress up as Sweep the Leg Johnny! I grabbed one of Meredith's eyeliners (sorry!) and got to work!
..."Somebody who just had a REALLY SERIOUS aneurysm!" (Worst Halloween costume EVER, I know!) But we told people that they should come in a costume and I at least had to pretend like I put in some effort after asking everyone else to dress up!)
Here's Sid and I with our smoking coconut-bikini tops. After we got our outfits on, we realized that in San Francisco dressing up as a hulagirl isn't just for Halloween and worried that some people might not ever realize that we'd even dressed up.
Doug and I pounded our Big Buds and made a quick run to the store to pick up some more beeyahs. When we returned we started looking for Josh to give him his beer and we found that he had....
Okay, so check this out: We're back in Manhattan and we're walking down Houston towards my place and this woman is talking on her cellphone and walking towards us. She gets like 8 feet from us and we both suddenly hear this huge fart and as she passes us she says to her friend on the phone "Oh shit, I think these white boys just heard me fart!" and starts laughing. So we chased her down the street and asked her if she'd pose for a pic! In this pic, Doug and I are yelling "Ohhhhhh!" while she's telling her friend on the phone "Oh shit! Oh shit! The white boys that heard me farting is taking my picture and shit! They're taking my picture!" Soooo funny.
This is probably the funniest pic of the night (or at least 2nd runner up behind Josh Teixeira passed out standing up against a wall...hehe). Bonus points for Doug's face in the background.
I also randomly ran into Rob Berliner (Not only does he live in Philly, we went to high school together...which makes it a Double Random Whammy! Woooo!).
Doug had just cut off all of his hair so he had to pencil in his "devil-lock" hair with make-up. HAHAHAHA! We hopped into a cab and headed uptown to go to Dave and Viola's party (which you may remember from last year.
Magnum Motherfucking P.I.! (P.I. = Pimped Investigator, bee-eye-atch!) This shot was taken at my place right before we left for the party. I chose to pose in front of the Hawaiian mural that covers that back wall of our Tikki Living Room.
Grant, dressed up as Pan (the horny god of Baccanalia, appropriately enough) and Nina dressed up as a wood-nymph (they were supposed to be from a Midnight Summer's Dream).
Me with Viola as a Fembot. (Sweet Jesus.) You know, I would normally think that any girl who dressed up in an Austin Powers-related costume in the year 2001 was corny. But for some reason, I thought Viola pulled it off.
Geoff G. and myself decided to come into work dressed up as each other for Halloween. Geoff simply mussed his hair, took off his glasses and put on what he said were "crappy" clothes (not so subtly implying that he thinks I wear crappy clothes). I dyed my hear black, but on broken glasses, gave myself a mono-brow and made sure my fly was unzipped. Oh, yeah...and put on the obligatory "I Kiss My Boss' Ass" Cary Rulz sign. Here we are posing with each other's bosses.
From left to right: John Polhamus as psycho-flannel-guy?, Me as "a guy with a big nose who was shot in the throat", Amy Albano who claimed to be a Secret-Agent but looked more like a Hooker, and last but not least, Mandy Malarczack (sp?) as a very scary Ghost.
Yup, that's me on the left. This was taken much later on in the night and by this point I had now transformed myself into "a guy with a big nose who was shot in the throat wearing a dumb pink wig." And that there handsome fella on my right is Chris Hannigan aka "Chris Handjobigan," one of my roomates last year.
