I’ve been a homebody lately. After weeks of trying to pinch pennies and avoid hangovers, when some of my dance buddies asked me if I wanted to go out on Friday night and get all dressed up for a techno party, I could resist. 1. I LOVE costumes (they bring me back to my sorority girl days), and b. I LOVE dancing.
I always thought that the best part of getting dressed up was finding the perfect outfit and getting ready. I took the Style-ish lead and went for colored tights, then added a bit of flair with my purple bob.
As soon as I put the wig on my head, I felt like a new woman! It was so liberating.
We pulled up to the club ready to party, but when we look out of the cab…NO ONE ELSE WAS DRESSED UP! You know like in Bridget Jones when she’s at the Tart and Vigor’s party in a bunny suit and no one else is in costume? That was me.
I had about one second of embarrassment, but you only live once! We were the hit of the party. I’m pretty sure that people thought that we were hired by the club as characters…that was until they saw us taking pictures of ourselves! Before the night was over, I’m pretty sure we posed for 20 different cameras! Everyone wanted a shot of us.
So many people thought that Megan’s Rainbow Bright/ Jem wig was real, that Michael looked like David Bowie and that Gaby was a Mexican Amy Winehouse!
If you could have an alter ego for one night, who would you be?