Without a doubt, Halloween is my favorite holiday since
A. I say that every year around this time and
B. I dress up as “someone” at the drop of a hat regardless of the time of the year.
This year, I’ve finally linked up with some kindred spirits and made an evening of it. Before going to the Zombie Ball, we all met up at a posh restaurant to get party started before the madness of the whole event.
I dressed up as Viveca A. Fox in “Kill Bill” although I must admit, my favorite part of the entire costume was the sword. I hobbled a few feet taller while brandishing that sword and the elbow length black gloves added a hint of sexiness to the assassin look.
The dinner turned out luxurious and fun. Most of us were black except for one white guy who ended up getting the worst service out of all of us. I kept joking about “reverse discrimination,” much to the amusement of all the other blacks, but I don’t know if the white guy in question was as amused. In such a festive mood, I took everything else in stride, even the boot!
I ended the meal like every meal should end with a rich plate of delicious rich chocolate along with polishing off the rest of my Malbec.
I seized the moment to stab a woman dressed as Uma Thurman from “Kill Bill,” by announcing that I was one of the Kill Bill assassins. She actually got out of the drink line to pose with me. Lord only knows where the dude in the bear suit came from to photobomb us.
For once, I ran into a friend who I didn’t know was going. The first two years that I’ve attended the Zombie Ball, I went solo and had a perfectly entertaining time. Now that I had a group to hang with, I see a friend. Go figure!
We finagled our way to the balcony seats for a breather. Once again, I documented the boot since I knew its final days were nigh.
Fortunately, the view of the show was much better than my camera phone could capture. Nonetheless, we kept ourselves entertained with conversation during the other events, including the costume contest, leading up to the headlining band. I listened to two songs and then went home. After all, it was a school night and I just made it to bed five minutes to midnight.
A mere two days later, I dressed in my Kill Bill assassin outfit again to be part of a bachlorette party of women dressed up from the movie.
The friend who hosted the party’s rendezvous point dressed as the nurse and served up some delicious snacks.
I didn’t know how long my recovering ankle would last without the boot (I’d finally kicked it to the curb!), but I was determined to get in some action shots before leaving to hit the town.
Our first stop after leaving the rendezvous point was a small E 6th bar that played an appealing mix of Latin and hip-hop. I must admit, our little bachelorette party excited the inebriated guys since we were all swinging in costume swords, knives and a ball and chain.
We managed to get the bride-to-be up and dancing although she successfully avoided anything too embarrassing.
I struck a final pose with half the posse before dropping off a few of them to the next location. I’d had a good night and since I couldn’t dance and wanted to take the 10 am bikram yoga class, I went home a little after midnight.
The best thing about this weekend is that we gained an additional hour, which I used to leisurely get ready for yoga class and organize my pictures. I don’t know about other people, but I approach pictures as documentation of the interesting times of my life. If I bother to take the picture, then something productive must be done with it! Just like every other aspect of my life.