October 30, 2005
I SAID MY COSTUME'S RICK DANKO BUT PEOPLE CALL ME DR. BLOGGENSTEIN-ZHIVAGO
Robin and I were originally slated to go as Donald Fagen and Walter Becker, but she showed up and pouted: "I look way more Denny Diaz," she said. Nothing we did could ramp us up to the monied skeez bag/coke party on a sailboat 1977 look, even though we listened to Can't Buy A Thrill while mascaring our faces and greasing our hair with greasy foot lotion.Nothing worked. So, we just went as "skeezy dudes" -- which morphed into "Shooter Jennings and Rick Danko" once we put on our sunglasses. We doused ourselves in Old Spice for drag-realness, JR was gagging in the car and said that he was reminded of the De Lillo story about the toxic cloud that follows people, killing them.
This girl's friends recognized me as her ex-boyfriend. I helped her have a healing moment--she told me she was too good for me, I agreed, and apologized for being an asshole who could not rise to the occasion of her love. She then asked me how I did the chesthair so real. "Eyeliner."
We went to another show, which was also a party. Make Believe was playing, Tim was screaming and the entire freshman class of School of The Art Institute was sweating Wild Irish Rose out their ridiculous costumes.
JR went as "Scooter Libby" by wearing a Rumsfeld mask with a Sox cap. Kiki was a vampire type.
Mz Mexico drinking Lite from a bottle.
El-P showed up, dressed as himself.
The guy on the left was one of about 10 people dressed as pimps/members of The Time. The guy on the right was wearing nothing but a golden cross earring and a pair of pantyhose.
Kinsella went as Captain Lou. His chest hair went as an inferno.