Ween weenies

Here's the Mrs and myself all dressed up as David Bowie (she as the Let's Dance Bowie, I as the Ziggy Stardust version), on our way out the door for a Halloween party last night.

The face makeup, painted nails, big thick wig, vinyl pants and fur boa made for a busy night. I spent most of it making sure I didn't accidentally touch my face (even though I was sweating like a fiend) lest I ruin all my wife's lovely cosmetic work. And, since we overestimated the average 25-35 year old's familiarity with how Ziggy Stardust dressed, I spent a lot of time trying to convince people that I really wasn't dressed as a transvesite hooker - well, not directly, anyway.

My wife looked sharp, though.

One thought on “Ween weenies

  1. Cammryne

    freaking loooove it. you guys rock. at the end of the semester at my university, we are having a david bowie dance party. if you arent wearing lots of glam rock makeup or glitter or a space suit of some kind, you cant come. you guys have inspired me to truly enforce dress code. it certainly is possible, no?
    keep up the good work

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