So Emily and I went to Odele's Halloween party tonight and it was a good time and quite the happening scene--it was really crowded--but somehow it wasn't all we'd hoped it would be. You see, we were really excited about our costumes, which I have to say, rawked. Here we are in our apartment before leaving for the party:
Emily made an outstanding "Prince" costume from Katamari Damacy and I was an iPod silhouette dancer guy. Cool, right? Really techno-nerd-hipster cool--yeah, that's what we thought too. Apparently we went to the wrong party.
Only two people at this very large party had any idea what Emily's costume was from. Several folks guessed that it was Japanese in origin, a couple of them guessed it was Rosie the Robot from The Jetsons, but only two were like, "oh, it's the Prince!" People admired the craftsmanship of the costume, but were otherwise clueless. KD was one of the best-selling video games of 2005. Okay, whatever.
More people were hip to my costume, but not many more. Most had to think about it for a while and several people asked me if I was just dressed "black." Like I went to the party dressed as an African American man for Halloween. WTF? Who are these people (no, really, who are they? They were all dressed in costume!)? It was so bad that it got to the point where I was embarrassed to walk through the densly packed party because I knew that some of the people would assume I was dressed "black" and I could never explain the costume to everyone. I made sure to hold the iPod high wherever I went to limit the confusion, but I'm sure I was pegged as either a racist or an incredibly hip post modern commentor on society by some of those people.
As we left the party, Emily and I were genuinely shocked at how esoteric our costumes turned out to be. Oh well, I guess next year we'll just go as a ghost and a vampire.
More pics to follow...
