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.
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