A Successful Costume.
Last Saturday Night. Portland, ME. The Apartment of Nathan Amadon.
Halloween Party.
So all I hear all day is "Are you going to the party?" or "What are you going to be tonight? Tonight? The party! The party at Nate's!" I never officially received an invite but attained confirmation that my presence would be accepted and welcomed, if not desired already. This made me feel obliged to attend. Dress up, Find a Ride, Drink my Eyes Out, Find a Way back Home. I've spent few nights with lesser goals. There were a couple issues that compromised my imbibing of alcohol till my eyes were removed, such as my duty to wake up and go to a tech rehearsal at 9:00 a.m. EST the next day. It was going to be a risk, but one I was willing to run. Consumption control was demanded. I was ready to roll with this.
My costume, bee tee double you, consisted exclusively of pretty wings, a bow and arrow and adult diapers. Cupid. I decided to go as Cupid. I had the rest of the day to prepare my get-up.
A quick routine chilly walk to Hannaford's and twelve dollars and ninety-five cents later, and I had myself a twenty pack of Small/Medium Depend Underwear. Adult diapers. I also bought a bag of imitation crab meat, but that was not costume-related. Got back to good ol' 266 Andrews and test-drove a pair. Snug, comfortable and secure. But showed off way too much... me. It then took about eight more layers of adult diaper before I felt comfortably concealed.
So off we departed for Portland. The party was pretty happenin' by the time we got there. There were some issues though, such as the fact that I only knew about four of the thirty plus people there. I stuck around the other USM fellows and was prompted to change into my costume. I declothed to reveal my diaper, wings and brandished my bow and arrow of Love. My friends liked it, but the majority of the drunk strangers at the party did not so much. They acted rather offended/disgusted/confused/upset. It was even suggested to me I put my clothes back on. Shamed. I did so. And found my way to a cauldron of free jello shots.
Some great costumes there: Nate's roommate as an exact depiction of Hellboy. Miss Kate Law as Catharine the Great. The best was none other than the host himself, Nate Amadon, in a spot-on Hunter S. Thompson get-up. Straight out of Fear and Loathing. Brilliantly done.
Long story shortened, after a considerable amount of alcohol I took my clothes back off. I also felt more comfortable with the arrival of more people I knew, such as jessemiajackandykrisiankatecoreymichaelalindsay. They all liked my costume. The mass of strangers, now significantly more intoxicated, did as well. I made some new friends. Revelled with some old ones. Bummed some beers off of them. Shot some young lovers with imaginary arrows. Reached a fair-weathered level of drunk and was not sad to depart when we did. The ride home was a bit blurry. I think the alcohol in all the previously digested jello was being assimilated at that point.
I made it to bed and was able to wake up the next morning in time for rehearsal.
All in all, a good darned time for a theatre major to have a couple nights before All Hallow's Eve.
Pictures to come, after the jump.
Halloween Party.
So all I hear all day is "Are you going to the party?" or "What are you going to be tonight? Tonight? The party! The party at Nate's!" I never officially received an invite but attained confirmation that my presence would be accepted and welcomed, if not desired already. This made me feel obliged to attend. Dress up, Find a Ride, Drink my Eyes Out, Find a Way back Home. I've spent few nights with lesser goals. There were a couple issues that compromised my imbibing of alcohol till my eyes were removed, such as my duty to wake up and go to a tech rehearsal at 9:00 a.m. EST the next day. It was going to be a risk, but one I was willing to run. Consumption control was demanded. I was ready to roll with this.
My costume, bee tee double you, consisted exclusively of pretty wings, a bow and arrow and adult diapers. Cupid. I decided to go as Cupid. I had the rest of the day to prepare my get-up.
A quick routine chilly walk to Hannaford's and twelve dollars and ninety-five cents later, and I had myself a twenty pack of Small/Medium Depend Underwear. Adult diapers. I also bought a bag of imitation crab meat, but that was not costume-related. Got back to good ol' 266 Andrews and test-drove a pair. Snug, comfortable and secure. But showed off way too much... me. It then took about eight more layers of adult diaper before I felt comfortably concealed.
So off we departed for Portland. The party was pretty happenin' by the time we got there. There were some issues though, such as the fact that I only knew about four of the thirty plus people there. I stuck around the other USM fellows and was prompted to change into my costume. I declothed to reveal my diaper, wings and brandished my bow and arrow of Love. My friends liked it, but the majority of the drunk strangers at the party did not so much. They acted rather offended/disgusted/confused/upset. It was even suggested to me I put my clothes back on. Shamed. I did so. And found my way to a cauldron of free jello shots.
Some great costumes there: Nate's roommate as an exact depiction of Hellboy. Miss Kate Law as Catharine the Great. The best was none other than the host himself, Nate Amadon, in a spot-on Hunter S. Thompson get-up. Straight out of Fear and Loathing. Brilliantly done.
Long story shortened, after a considerable amount of alcohol I took my clothes back off. I also felt more comfortable with the arrival of more people I knew, such as jessemiajackandykrisiankatecoreymichaelalindsay. They all liked my costume. The mass of strangers, now significantly more intoxicated, did as well. I made some new friends. Revelled with some old ones. Bummed some beers off of them. Shot some young lovers with imaginary arrows. Reached a fair-weathered level of drunk and was not sad to depart when we did. The ride home was a bit blurry. I think the alcohol in all the previously digested jello was being assimilated at that point.
I made it to bed and was able to wake up the next morning in time for rehearsal.
All in all, a good darned time for a theatre major to have a couple nights before All Hallow's Eve.
Pictures to come, after the jump.
posted by Travis H. Curran at 10/30/2005 06:43:00 PM
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