Leotarded? Success!
After some slight skepticism, I have made a decision. I love Halloween! Drunk adults in full animal suits? Yes, please. I’m going to have to spend a few days detoxing but verdict is I had the best weekend ever.
Friday night started with a light Bender’s session with Carina and kicking Monty’s ass at pool. Actually, we played on the same team, and we lost. But I played better, fer sher. Then went to a costume party in the INNER Sunset, which was hella fun. I was a huge fan of this dude’s William Wallace costume. He introduced himself to me as “Mel.” I didn’t think about it until way later but I assume he meant “Gibson” which means he was making a “joke.”
On Saturday I was hung over destroyed for about five hours and finally got out of bed at around 4pm, after taking many naps and eating some salt and vinegar potato chips. Top two ways to cure a hangover are pizza and potato chips. And probably more booze too.
On Saturday night I put on some sheer-ish black tights, a zebra leotard, a skirt and a zebra mask and I went to a party. My favorite thing at this party, and the INNER Sunset one for that matter, was teasing people for being wasteface. I would then follow up my teasing by taking a giant swig of purse bourbon.
Purse bourbon? Yes, purse bourbon. When I get invited to a party in the Mission, I have no idea if that means broke hipster party where you bring yer own six pack of PBR or classy internet party with granita-style jungle juice that you can put in your cup with tongs and a full bar of tons of liquor. So I go to the corner store and I buy my JUST IN CASE bottle o’ booze.
I did that very thing on Saturday. I walked into my favorite little overpriced corner store on 19th and Guerrero and I asked for the Bulleit. Why, if pronounced the same as “bullet” would you spell that bourbon Bulleit? I did not know the answer to this so I asked for the bouley, boulét, however you want to spell it. “Ya mean the bullet?” Sure, sure. I’ll have the BULLET. Learn how to spell, Kentucky.
Anyway. I was chilling at the party, talking to @jenna and the girl kept trying to convince me to show “solidarity” and take off my skirt. She was wearing a leotard as part of her Electric Boogaloo costume and she wanted my leotard to also be visible. But she was wearing leggings and I was wearing sheer-ish tights. After enough purse bourbon and tong punch I can be convinced of anything, turns out, so I lost the skirt and exposed a significant portion of my butt cheeks to the party. Hi party!
I can pretend that I didn’t love it but as soon as I took my skirt off I was like fuck yes, butt cheek zebra. We’re having a good time now. Wasteface leotarded purse bourbon good time. Thanks termie!
November 3rd, 2009 at 5:31 pm
jesus this is a post that makes me proud of you in a way that a parent is proud of their kid hitting a game winning grandslam homerun in the bottom of the last inning of the town little league championship game
nice to know i wasn’t the only one wearing sheer tights also.