I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I was Catwoman for Halloween this year. I went from no idea, to maybe a repeat clown getup, to shimmying my way into a black, shiny, plastic-like, one piece with buckled boots and red lipstick. I remember the conversation when the band idea of Batman Villains was confirmed, I remember the other girls telling me of their theme from "The Nightmare Before Christmas" but I can't put my finger on the actual conversation where in I agreed to such an outfit. I think someone slipped something in my drink one night...and seeing as we don't get out much I'll give you one guess on who it was.
Anyway the suit was ordered, boots were bought, makeup studied and wine was drunk before leaving the house. I dared myself to do it in the end, how much more out of character could I get, would I ever be in this position again? Why the hell not! Aside from my own physical insecurities and my husband complaining that I would get hit on while he was playing...remember it was
his idea, I had one other problem. One long unreachable zipper right up the middle of my back; my only escape route. In the course of the evening I had to invite several strangers, including Raggedy Andy, to unzip me so I could go to the bathroom. (I did have the forethought to wear a tank top underneath.)
I had my fill of the evenings attractions by about 1 am and said my goodbyes. When I arrived home all I wanted was a shower. I walked into our bedroom, removed my boots and then it hit me...I was still zipped! Josh was still playing his third set and wouldn't be home for hours yet. How in the world was I going to get out of this damn outfit? It took me twenty minutes, a coat hanger and a few massive wedgies before I was finally free. If only there had been a video camera to tape the battle between me and the suit, especially Bailey sitting there with his head cocked to one side wondering what I was doing!
She couldn't wait to get to Great-grandma's house and take off those tights, only to be disappointed that her knees where still dirty underneath!
I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I was Catwoman for Halloween this year. I went from no idea, to maybe a repeat clown getup, to shimmying my way into a black, shiny, plastic-like, one piece with buckled boots and red lipstick. I remember the conversation when the band idea of Batman Villains was confirmed, I remember the other girls telling me of their theme from "The Nightmare Before Christmas" but I can't put my finger on the actual conversation where in I agreed to such an outfit. I think someone slipped something in my drink one night...and seeing as we don't get out much I'll give you one guess on who it was. 
Sunday afternoons can be so much fun!
This is what Halloween does to a kid...absolute maddness. 
My little police-woman had a great time arresting Angus (of AC/DC guitar hero fame).