So...I wasn't drunk for this, but I might as well have been. >.<
My college has a spring formal, college prom really, only anyone of any class can go. A friend of mine decided that she didn't want to go to the formal, but still wanted to dress up. We thought it'd be awesome to dress up and go to the $1.50 movie just a bit away from the school. AWESOME right!?
Wrong. Too many people going and not enough agreement about what to watch made it a little hairy. Instead, we ended up eating out at Applebee's (in the dark, back corner of the restaurant no less; but it was cool; I just find it funny) and then watching a movie together at the club house. The movie was a Jackie Chan original; "Drunken Master." OOOH! The joy.
While the night was a success, I also happened to introduce an alter ego of mine to the scene. Terrance, the Trash-Talkin' Terror. Apparently, he's a pimp with emo hair and I needed to come up with a catchy name for him so he could be taken seriously on the block.
Why Terrance? For one, I've just always loved the name. But two, the real reason, is that I decided to dress as a man.
Yes...I said a man.
I did emo makeup and hair, put on my men's dress shoes (yes, I have a pair, and they're shiny and awesomeness), put on my suit blazer and tie (same story), and strapped on 5, count them, FIVE pairs of bras to flatten my otherwise rather large chest into what could be seen as well-built chest muscles on a man.
It...was joy.
The only thing I forgot to do was to pencil in a uni-brow. DRATS!
 Xits the Tragedy · Sat Mar 28, 2009 @ 07:19am · 0 Comments |
