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Nov. 1st, 2002 01:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
like_a_clownI just washed the blood off my face.
It started like this: I went to work with my hair parted on the *right* side because that was the only costume I could dream up with twenty minutes to get to work.
At lunch, I saw an Ozzy Osbourne. At the budget meeting, one of our editors made a crack about how Ozzy would love to be a docent at the snowy plover habitat.
On the drive to KMart--of which I forget the purpose--I had an epiphany. I could be ozzy...only cooler!
So it was a race around Santa Barbara, with stops at KMart, Rite Aid, Michaels, and an out-of-the-way kickass store downtown called World Of Magic.Along the way, I amassed one black wig (which was actually an Indian wig until I cut the headbands and feather off), two tubes of fake blood, one styrofoam/fake feathered dove, and small round sunglasses.
I came home, chomped the head off the dove, threw it all on, and went to Elsie's to see The Deadbillys play.
We saw a Pac Man with all four ghosts, a John and a Yoko, Mat Dunham and Naseem Hyder dressed as JFK and Jackie O, and some of my coworkers. Apparently, Rick-as-Ozzy got checked out by some pierced-up Goth girl. Who knew?
It was pretty fun. I should've guessed Sarah wouldn't show, but I did give her leave to stay at the party because I found someone else to go with me to Elsie's. I saw Lesley and Allen from work down there, too. They had fun, methinks.
OH yeah--Crissi and I got blessed by the Sex Fairy to "have gret sex tonight." As I am here, that did not happen.. I joked that I couldn't figure out if the acceptable response was revulsion, amusement, or hope.
It started like this: I went to work with my hair parted on the *right* side because that was the only costume I could dream up with twenty minutes to get to work.
At lunch, I saw an Ozzy Osbourne. At the budget meeting, one of our editors made a crack about how Ozzy would love to be a docent at the snowy plover habitat.
On the drive to KMart--of which I forget the purpose--I had an epiphany. I could be ozzy...only cooler!
So it was a race around Santa Barbara, with stops at KMart, Rite Aid, Michaels, and an out-of-the-way kickass store downtown called World Of Magic.Along the way, I amassed one black wig (which was actually an Indian wig until I cut the headbands and feather off), two tubes of fake blood, one styrofoam/fake feathered dove, and small round sunglasses.
I came home, chomped the head off the dove, threw it all on, and went to Elsie's to see The Deadbillys play.
We saw a Pac Man with all four ghosts, a John and a Yoko, Mat Dunham and Naseem Hyder dressed as JFK and Jackie O, and some of my coworkers. Apparently, Rick-as-Ozzy got checked out by some pierced-up Goth girl. Who knew?
It was pretty fun. I should've guessed Sarah wouldn't show, but I did give her leave to stay at the party because I found someone else to go with me to Elsie's. I saw Lesley and Allen from work down there, too. They had fun, methinks.
OH yeah--Crissi and I got blessed by the Sex Fairy to "have gret sex tonight." As I am here, that did not happen.. I joked that I couldn't figure out if the acceptable response was revulsion, amusement, or hope.
