What have I been up to? Lately I’ve spent a lot of time dressing as a space man. Last winter I was buying everything necessary for life at the thrift store, as I had none of these things except a snowboard and a tent. I came across an antique costume called “Little Astronaut” which featured a kick-ass plastic jumpsuit and helmet. Unfortunately, the jumpsuit was for a 6 yr old. BUT, I discovered the helmet not only featured a lock-down type bubble helmet, but also a hole to insert a straw for drinking while in outer space. Sold. I later picked up a fitting jumpsuit elsewhere, and Jen impressed everyone with her mad-sewing skills to put the hip NASA patches on.
The spacesuit was the only investment I have ever made. This past month has been nothing but profits.
The visual profits: http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8AcMWLVy3bN2Hw
I tried it out in mid-October at some chick’s party. It was a “What You Want to Be when You Grow Up” party. I don’t really remember wanting to be an astronaut, but that was before I had such an ass-kicking costume. If more children had this outfit in the 70’s we’d be living on Mars right now.
The 2nd Annual Clown Pub Crawl (and probably last) gave me my next venue. I went as Pluto the Space Clown. Hideous yet awesome.
Then I wore it to a costume contest at a pub in Bret’s stomping grounds of Boulder. The people loved me, but I finished 2nd behind some crazy lesbian chick in a cupcake costume with real frosting. I know because the naughty cop made me taste it. That last sentence could be another blog entry all on its own.
The next evening consisted of a swank dance club filled with animals in costumes. Someone was even giving these animals booze. A highlight was Greg dressing up as himself 20 years from now. The ladies were afraid. As they should have been.
The last appearance was with the hippies to see a band do Michael Jackson covers. Now, I like Michael and all. I always wanted a red jacket with zippers and I can do a mean monster dance, but Jen was in euphoric state of pop-ecstasy. I’m surprised she’s not following this band's tour as a Jackson-5 groupie right now.
And thus the costume rests. It’s nice not wearing a helmet, but damn, I miss that hydration system.
5 comments:
Congrats! and welcome to the blogger universe. Your life as you once knew it is over. Oh wait, actually it will largely be the same except that now you have a blog. Which is basically easier than email but with some voyeristic element. Not sure that even makes sense.
Anyway, I want to be a spaceman and live in the sky.
You need to take the space suit out for a snowboarding romp this winter...
Ringo! No, YOUR blog is boss. I'm diggin the spaceman suit...and I'm a little jealous of it. Hope you're doing well!
TFG says.... the suit was awesome. I'm going to make sure the next test brew we make has that picture on it. Or at least on bottle. I'll call it "Shit so good you'll drink it on Mars"
Nice work
Sniff sniff....do you smell that? It is the stench of STAGNATION!!! We, the monsters under your bed, demand another post!!!
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