Gentle Reader, if you haven’t yet learned that I adore costumes and dressing up, you are possibly a little addled, or new here. The sidebar to the left is a testament to my penchant for fancy outfits – take a look right now. Wait – is that a photograph of David Bowie?
Yes, one year I decided that I was going to do this for the whirlwind of balls, soirées, and parties that is known as Halloweekend, a constant cocktail blitz. Due to my work schedule at the time, and reliance on public transportation, David Bowie was caught unprepared, in various hilarious situations.
My workplace at the time was also involved with a local charity function, the Ghost Train, which entertains children in a safe environment by taking them on a miniature train ride past various spooky scenes. Our theme was something to do with aliens, and for some reason David Bowie was there, too.
We had both a film viewing (of Rocky Horror, at the Admiral Theatre in Bremerton) and a costume party to follow the Ghost Train, and I was a little worried about that – the makeup involved takes hours. After two hours of literal, violent, pratfalls, I was neither feeling nor looking my best. Also, somehow Jareth had transformed into a Forest-Hobo-Drag Queen, which – while frightening – is not exactly the look I had been going for.
Luckily, I was able to salvage the situation, and ended up well turned-out at the theatre. If it hadn’t taken me quite so long to repair my look, I was informed that I would have won the costume contest. It’s a damned shame.
All in all, the costume was an unqualified success, and was well-received. I’m pretty sure that I am so good at being David Bowie that when he finally dies, people won’t notice because I’ll have secretly replaced him. You’re welcome.