Once again, I had the wonderful occasion to dress up. I used my previous Halloween costume, which was the Black Angel. Since my friends were throwing a Hollywood-themed birthday party, my Black Angel costume magically transformed into a Lady Gaga costume, but once I walked through the VIP stage door entrance, people added to the characters I could possibly be: Madonna, Cruella Deville, a hooker (suggested by one desperate man I wouldn’t have sex with even for money!) and Dennis Rodman (by some guy who obviously needs his eyes checked since I’m WAAAY more attractive!).
Only a handful of people actually dressed up as characters and I managed to take a picture with most of them. What I liked the most about the guy who dressed up as Pan, was his attractive tail; so I showed my attractive capoeira and bikram yoga toned ass.
I cornered the birthday girl in order to take a picture. I’m not sure which glamor doll she was dressed as, but soon after our picture, she and a woman dressed as Mata Hari, got too close to one another and experienced a wardrobe malfunction that took a few minutes to detach.
Next I posed with a friend who originally wanted to dress up as Erik Estrada from “Chips,” but at the last moment, the costume shop called him and said that the helmet had been misplaced. He quickly threw together an appreciable “Blues Brothers” costume.
Most of the party goers were salseros. Many who I recognized, but had forgotten their names. I used to be an avid salsera myself, but then I burned out on the whole scene and switched to tango. As a matter of fact, for my 40th birthday celebration, I created an all-day itinerary so that friends could choose which event(s) they wanted to attend. The birthday boy came during the beginning tango class and continued to take tango lessons long enough to meet the birthday girl. After dating for a few weeks, he introduced her to salsa and they both stopped dancing tango and pursued salsa!
Another friend, who looked like she was a sexy native American (I’m not sure which one) posed with me in my favorite shot of the evening. I normally don’t like having my picture taken from an upward angle, but this actually worked. I think the wig helped destroy any illusion of me having a double chin. Or the photographer was far away that I didn’t create one. 
I don’t know if the pseudo-Oscars were given away at the end of the night for any special categories since I left around half past midnight. I normally don’t go out on Friday nights; so even though the party was jumping, I had already had full day of teaching high school Physics, followed by yoga. Besides, as wonderful as my costume was, my waterproof leather boots were not good for the lightining speed turns involved in salsa.
