yes yes, banana-rama, we know

About the most fun I've ever had in my life was had on Halloween day last year. Other & I decided to attend a costume party several other students were throwing, and so spent the day driving around putting together our costumes. (He was the Bill of Rights, I was a Patriot-Act-weilding John Ashcroft. The Patriot Act was represented by a fake, squeaky caveman club with "Patriot Act" stickered on. I got to spend all night whaling on him.)


If I ever get my act together enough to spiffy up the old blog-o, I'll post some pictures.


Anyhow, the day went so well, because we found every last detail of what we were looking for. We found scroll-printed posterboard at an office supply store, and a little tiny American flag lapel pin, and wingtips. We found *wingtips.* *In my size.* It was like an elf was anticipating our every move, and putting the perfect things in our path. Last case in point: still riding high on the triumph of the scroll posterboard, we turned our attention to looking for "Hello my name is" nametags, because I am not exactly the spitting image of John Ashcroft. So we asked a store employee walking down one of the aisles if they had them, and he just happened to be pushing a cart full of them.


So I've decided that my new hobby will be dressing up for things (though the only events I've thought of so far are concerts). Next stop: emo kid for the Modest Mouse concert that's coming up. Now to figure out what "River's Glasses" are. It will be nice, because if I were six years younger, I'd totally be an emo kid. Instead I was just a weirdo.


I'm praying to god that Richard Cheese comes anywhere near me for a concert, because I really want to dress up in '50s clothes. And it's one of Other's lifelong dreams to wear a smoking jacket and an ascot.