Hey, it's Gizmo! This is totally one of those costumes where you buy the pattern and the fabric and your mom would sew it for you. When I was seven years old my mom hooked me up with an "ET the Extraterrestrial" jammie that turned out looking a lot like this one. (She even put a little pen light in the finger so I could make that shit light up. I love you mom!)
Go banana! Go banana! So in the midst of all this craziness, I told my brother that I kept seeing some kind of weird movement coming from this rounded, second-story room that was overlooking the street. He was like "No way, stop bullshitting. You're just trying to freak me out." So I was like, "Watch this, I bet I can get a picture of whatever it is." So I took the picture and sure enough...
In the middle of the mayhem, this group of 8 or 9 kids, all in matching orange and black "80s outfits," run into the middle of the dance area, throw down this piece of cardboard and take turns pretending to breakdance. It was some of the funniest shit I've ever seen.
With our costumes all finished, we walked out of my apartment door and were immediately met by this insane crowd of people. My apartment was on Market and 15th like two blocks from the heart of the Castro. Which means that Halloween in my neighborhood looks alot like...
On the way back towards my place I made them stop and get some slices, hoping it'd help soak up some of the alcohol (and anti-freeze) that was in their systems.
Sid and my brother, crunked out of their tiny minds, kifed a giant, two-litre bottle of Malibu (fucking Malibu!) from the house and sat on the ground passing it back and forth taking swings and cackling. See what happens when you get the Night Train in your blood?
We left the party and by the time we got back out on the street both my brother and Sid had finished their bottles of Night Train. (The next day while we were looking at all these photos my brother got to this one and said "Yep, finishing that bottle of Night Train and posing for this photo is pretty much the last thing I remember." Hahaha. At the next party we met...
On the way over, we stopped in a liquor store where my brother and Sid, despite my repeated warnings, decided to try Night Train Express (the very finest of fortified bum wines) for the very first time. I was like "Yo, Guns N' Roses even wrote a song about how that shit's even too hardcore for them...do you know how hardcore that is?" At first they laughed at me, but then they started to understand that I wasn't joking around when the toothless 60-year old man at the register who had tattoos on his face looked at them increduously and said "Night Train? Are you sure you want to do that, guys? Wow." For a minute I thought they were going to back out - I mean shrugging off Axl Rose's warning is one thing, but to ignore the tattooed-face check-out guy? That's crazy. But in the end, they put their money on the counter. The checkout guy just kept shaking his head as he bagged them up and as we left the he called out "Good luck!" Hahaha.
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.
The only thing that the Halloween Store had left in triplicate were these stoopids hats and grass skirts. Check out my brother's facial response to me saying "Well, I guess that settles it. Looks like we're going to be Hawaiian Hula girls!" Hahaha.
...Halloween costume shopping! The best way to select a costume is wait until like 45 minutes before the Halloween parties all start and then go to the Halloween store...you go through the ravaged shelves and try to put a costume together with what little supplies they have left. (This is the genius method that led to such classic past-Halloween outfits like Magnum P.I. and Sort-of one of The Misfits!). Since my brother, Sid and myself were all going to be going out together, we agreed to try to find costumes that matched.
After some time on the dancefloor (where I repeated demonstrated my hungry boobie-zombie act on girls I didn't know) we bid farewell to Superbulge *shudder* and called it a night.
