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I decided at the last minute yesterday to go with our friend K. to the Art-o-Matic gallery masquerade party. A quick trip to the mall and I put together a costume in about an hour. You can tell it's close to Halloween because our local mostly-raver Hot Topic had suddenly stocked up on "goth" apparel. ;) Anyway, the costume party gave me the perfect excuse to buy the Lip Service PVC bustle gown that I'd been coveting. =) That and a pair of PVC bat wings (which got compliments from an incredibly cute boy, who alas isn't into girls) and I was ready to go. Unfortunately the dress is a wee bit too big since they had every size except the one I needed; I had to dig out one of my bodices to create cleavage-o-doom to fill out the chest. I may clean it and eBay it and order the next size down from the website. Since it was so long and I'm so short, I had to wear platform heels, which pretty much crippled me by the end of the evening. Next time I'm wearing my Docs, since I had to lift the dress in front to walk anyway even with the heels. C. went as Vegeta from Dragonball Z; the version of Vegeta who's stuck wearing a pink shirt that says "Bad Man" across the back. He skipped the yellow pants however. ;) It was one of those costumes that you either got or you had no freakin' clue what it was. Not nearly enough drooling fanboys there apparently. ;)

K. had the best costume (of course, she'd been planning this for a long time); she went as a front lawn. She wore a dress made out of astroturf with various flowers and bugs pinned on, and a pink flamingo stuck in her sash, a sprinkler adorned in flowers and a garden hose as a hat, and glittery green mary janes with daisies on. It was a lot of fun riding the metro with her and watching all the people trying to figure out what she was. ;)

Yesterday was a bizarre day for meeting up with people. While standing in line for the dressing room to try on the dress, it turned out the person waiting ahead of me was someone I hadn't seen in a couple of years; didn't recognize her since last time I saw her she had red hair and she's blonde now. Then at Art-o-Matic, I ran into not one but two former cow-orkers. M.'s husband J. had an installation there, so I ran into them. I also ran into B., who I hadn't seen since the blow-up after he left the company. He caught me up on another cow-orker's recent marriage.

Today has been set aside for housecleaning, since I didn't do any of it yesterday. Once I have some more caffeine, that is.