[*cue rumble of thunder and eerie organ music*] Salutations, ghosts and goblins and non-conforming. I’ve gone on the record on here once or twice about not getting into the whole dress-up thing for Halloween very much. Since I’m a crossdresser and normally appear as my usual male self before the public eye, any day of the year can be a day when I can put on that “costume” I call “being Allison” and bring my feminine character to life.
But that’s not to say that I’ve never dressed up for Halloween, at least as an adult. Matter of fact, this past Saturday night, I dressed up to the nines for a Halloween party. And here’s proof:
This dress may look familiar to you regular readers of this blog, and it’s true, you’ve seen it on here before. This is the very same black lace-and-beads dress and accompanying bolero jacket I found several years ago at the Savers thrift store and have had in my closet ever since. At first, I didn’t have any thoughts about attending any Halloween party this year (more on the party in a little bit), and even when I decided to go, this outfit wasn’t my first thought for a costume. Instead, the first thought of a costume that came to my mind was a certain yellow-and-black sexy taxi driver outfit, an homage to a friend of mine on Facebook who occasionally wears such an outfit as part of her work. Alas, I could not find such an outfit that was in my size. And with the party coming up very quick, I went with Plan B (and, no, I’m not talking about the nightclub) and got all formal and classy.
You’ll notice a couple of accoutrements I didn’t feature in my older post about this outfit: For one, you’ll notice gloves on my hands. They’re not the leather/vinyl gloves from the first time around, but instead are a simple pair of to-the-wrist nylon gloves that perfectly match the outfit. As well, I’m sporting not only new hair but also an eye mask that goes so well with the outfit. Yes, there are beaded rhinestones all around but also a black lace addition on the right. I spotted this mask a spell or two ago at Walgreens’ seasonal aisle, and when the clerk ringed up my purchase, the mask reminded him of a similar mask Madonna once wore on some world tour performance; he said I had good taste. (*grin*)
So, how was the party? Well, it was one thrown at OutReach, the LGBT community center I’ve been frequenting this past year through my attendance of a trans support group. In fact, the party was held in the meeting room where our group and other OutReach support groups regularly meet. To make space for the party, the OutReach organizers moved some couches and tables around, while utilizing and adjoining small conference room for the food. (I was actually stunned by how different the meeting room felt with the couches moved aside.) The cuisine was rather simple, with pulled pork or barbecued beef sandwiches, a pasta and spinach option for the vegetarians, liquid refreshments (no alcohol, of course), and deserts.
Atmosphere wise, the party was rather simple and easy going. It was very intimate, in fact: Lamps instead of overhead lighting, The Addams Family playing on Netflix in the background, decorative streamers everywhere (they were put up a week ahead of the party; no one can say they don’t plan ahead at OutReach *giggle*). And attendees either dressed up for Halloween or just attending as their regular old selves. Yeah, there was no requirement to wear any costume of any sort, although wearing one was encouraged.
The two best parts of the evening didn’t have to do with food or decorations or costumes: One was getting to see some of the familiar faces from my support group, which helped me feel at ease, as if I hadn’t been at ease already. Second was just having conversations with not only the familiar faces but also some of the non-familiar faces. Yeah, conversations can be great things, even if they’re with people in disguises.
One thing I didn’t join in on and regret not doing so was a little game involving bags of candy. It was more of a conversation starter than a game, really, and it involved putting a name tag on your person along with two tidbits about yourself, one that was strange but true and the other plausible but false; the others had to guess and if they guessed right took a piece of candy from the other person’s possession (they lost a piece if they guessed wrong). Though it did seem like a fun game, I declined to participate… because, well, I’m not good at making up stories, and I would’ve lost all of my candy for admitting that, yeah, both of my stories would be insanely true. Yes, I know, it’s ironic: A person who plays Make Believe by dressing up in another gender’s clothing finds it hard to create falsehoods.
Oh, a couple of other other good things and one bad thing about my night: The party was not only simple and intimate, it was also brief. The party wrapped up after 8PM, allowing the attendees to head to another party if they desired, like the big FreakFest event downtown. I, however, headed back home right afterwards to just relax, paying no mind to the sink full of dishes in my kitchen that seriously needed washing. (Yeah, I’m lazy sometimes.) Another good thing for me was when I made a quick errand at the grocery store before the party. While at the checkout, a clerk walked past and read me like an open book. “Who are you supposed to be” she asked me. I asked simply and with sincere courtesy, “Me.” Because, well, I was going as me. *wink wink*
Oh, the bad thing? Well, I must circle back to my outfit for the evening, and this also occurred before the party: I was making another quick errand, dropping off a utility bill that needed payment. I was getting back into my car, I made my way into the seat, and… *R-r-r-rip!* I felt something come loose inside my dress. One of the spaghetti-thin straps holding up my dress (the one around my left shoulder, to be precise) gave way as I was sitting back down. Ugh, the disadvantages of wearing an awesome dress that, though it did fit me even better than the last time I wore it (hooray for my slimming down!), still fits on the tight side. At least wearing the bolero jacket over my shoulders kept anyone from noticing that something was amiss.
All in all, I had a good time at the Halloween party on Saturday night. Does this mean that I’m going to be attending every single party on the future calendar, let alone next Halloween’s party? No, I’m still not party girl material. But since I’ve said that Halloween can be whenever for me, I’ll be content towards dressing like a party girl any of the 365 days of the year.
If you’ve celebrated Halloween already over the weekend, here’s hoping you had an enjoyable time as well. If you’re waiting until the actual Halloween tomorrow night to celebrate, have a fun yet safe time.