Despite numerous face washings, I always have that "secret tranny" hint of make up around the eyes the next morning. Makes for an extra feisty kick off to November! Happy Halloween!
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.
Our friend Ellen Stagg got hired to shoot the holiday billboards for Viacom's headquarters in Time Square and she asked if Meredith and I wanted to model for it! She explained that we'd just have to show up and kiss a bunch of times and that if we were chosen, our smoochin' photo would end up on a huge billboard in Times Square (and we'd get paid!) So of COURSE we went. Here's Katie doing Meredith's makeup for the shoot!
Fast forward a week - We had a crazy snowstorm and I spend most of the day over at Sarah's house watching movies. After more than six hours riding Sarah's couch, we finally rallied and decided to check out Misshapes.
Grant and company decided to get "glammed" up for the first show. By the second show, they'd decided to call it quits with the make up. Mostly because I think Grant realized that when he's made up he looks like a tranny-version of his super-hot (Lindsay Lohan lookalike) sister, Gemma.
Doug couldn't manage to salvage enough trash to make a good William Wallace costume (he needed a shield and a sword), so I talked him into dressing up as a Misfit with me. Doug got to be Doyle...
After a little bit of drinking and various other card games, we decided it would be fun to play "Truth or Dare." I chose "Dare" (hoping that someone would dare me to hook up with one of the girls), but instead I got "dared" to let the girls put make up on me. It was like 8th grade all over again.
Hardee-har-har. So now I'm wearing girly make-up and I figure that if I choose "dare" again, they'll reward me for being a good sport and this time I'll get to make out. Too bad I was half right. They wanted me to make out, but they wanted me to make out with Joey. When I informed them that I wouldn't kiss him with tongue, the girls conferred in the corner and then came back to announce that in lieu of us kissing, they'd decided that they'd prefer to watch us have what they called "A Sword-fight."
For a brief moment, it sounded like a win-win alternative until I realized that there were no actual swords in the vicinity.
As hot as I looked (yeah, that's right - "I'd fuck me, I'd fuck me so hard."), Joey wasn't really into the sword-fighting thing either. So instead we had to bump naked asses.
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