On our way home we ran into Ray, in full costume as a peacock with spats, a top hat, and a calling card. He said he was "Peacock Pimp: The Most Beautiful Pimp In The Ghetto," and I believed him. I asked Beef later, and he said that he had believed him as well.
oh. em. gee. i, too, was a peacock for halloween. and foraying further into coincidence, i was a rather slutty peacock, one worthy of being pimped by mr. smuckles. since i have electric blue hair now it seemed appropriate i be bathed in the same color all over, from giraffenets to velvet dress to home-made tail. i also wore the ensemble to cirque de soleil Delirium on Saturday thinking "oh, it's halloween weekend and this show's gonna be crazy trippy and surely everyone else will think to dress up too!" instead i was walking around with my mom in knee-high black pleather boots and glitter all across my face through Freedom Hall in Louisville with akward stares from anyone and everyone that couldn't ignore my clomping along, trying to pull my dress down over my lacy bloomers. to make matters worse i was obviously stoned (though, damn, did that show deserve it) and unable to appologize for my whorish appearrance. ah, the generation gaps, how i loathe thee! anyways, it was still good to get back into the holloween spirit after several years of blah. i'll post pictures somewhere soon.