This is going to be one of my “light reading” posts, mostly filled with pictures and some commentary. Let it first be said that my costume this year was awesome, and that I made it with my own two hands. It took just two hours to turn a black hoodie and an umbrella into this:
This was my Budget Batman outfit. With my goatee and bangs, I looked like a hipster superhero. Bringing technology to the table was Roomie Christian’s costume, Budget Ironman:
Amateur seamstress that I am, I made this costume as well. It involved a yellow hoodie, a red t-shirt, a sharpie, one of those round, “stick anywhere” utility lights that are sold on TV at 4am, and a hockey mask I painted to look like Ironman’s face.
The costumes worked on three levels:
Level one: Grown men in homemade superhero costumes is funny. All we needed was a third guy with a red sheet and his underwear on the outside and we could have had Superman, too. A lot of guys, seeing us in our imaginary costumes, were (and I’m absolutely sure of this) instantly nostalgic and insanely jealous. Every man at some point wished he was a superhero, every man knows what it is like to turn a towel into a cape and bounce off the couch, over the coffee table, onto a bean bag. Our costumes are not the “official” superhero costumes, they are the costume you could have made as a kid, if you were creative and handy with a needle and thread. And speaking of creativity, we have…
Level two: Grown men in homemade superhero costumes exhibit creativity, and chicks dig this. Guys who asked if I made the bat-hoodie myself probably thought I was gay when I told them I did. Girls who made this same inquiry were always impressed, because even bull-riding Texas girls sometimes dream about being with an artsy guy, at least for a little while, and wonder what life would be like with a man who creates brilliant things but also chainsmokes, drinks cheap gin straight from the bottle, and is strung out on painkillers. They see a guy that turned an umbrella into bat wings and they think, “We will have an apartment over a bar, and sleep until two in the afternoon. We will listen to music I can’t even fucking conceive of right now, and get high, and then he’ll have me model nude for him. After he’s done painting me, we’ll have passionate sex for hours. After about a month of this, I will move back to my parent’s ranch in Horsepatty, TX.” I am almost completely sure that every girl has this fantasy. But most of those girls would be afraid of being poor, which brings us to…
Level three: Grown men in homemade superhero costumes is prescient. In these economic times, who has $100 to drop on a good superhero costume? Not I. A few people understood this level of the costume, and those would usually ask what I did for a living. I’m sure a lot of them thought I was joking when I said I work in the mortgage industry. They certainly laughed like it was a joke.
The other two roommates had costumes that worked well together: Daniel grew out his beard, bought a hajj, fashioned a dynamite vest out of a lifejacket and some paper towel rolls, and went as a suicide bomber. Marlina was going crazy trying to come up with something, and had asked for help, so the day before Halloween I said “Sarah Palin” and she went for it. Marlina already wears those dress-suit things and glasses, all we had to do was make her a “Miss Alaska” sash and she was done. Right before we left, though, worry sunk in. Marlina’s worry was that there would be a lot of other Palins running around, and I was inclined to agree. Daniel was confident in his outfit but the rest of us were a little worried that some might find it a touch offensive. We were wrong on both counts. Marlina was a hit, and Daniel’s reception was epic. EVERYONE loved Daniel’s suicide bomber outfit. For whatever reason, most people assumed Marlina and Daniel were a planned duo, and I guess it made sense somehow, at least it did on October 31st in Dallas.
Rounding out the bunch was Adam, spot on as Pauly Bleeker. He met a Juno outside the bar and took the perfect photo. Adam got a lot of love from girls who either: a) love the character from the movie, b) love Michael Cera, or c) love the idea of a guy like that (see also: Level two of the Budget superhero costume dissection).
All in all, one of the better Dallas nights out. Here are some random pics from that night, and any comments I feel the need to throw out there. In retrospect, this is not a “light reading” post, but I refuse to go back and edit that out. I hope you enjoyed my rant. Now, on to the pictures!!
The girls in the costume contest. One took her boob out. Winner!
Budget Ironman meets Budget Tony Stark!
Another Superhero meets us outside:
Enemies!
...and one more of The New Roomies:
Tomorrow look for "Who's that man in the Mustache?"
Until next time...
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