This was the first year we played adult "dress up" and went to the Halloween-themed Boo Bash fundraiser put on every year here in Salem by the Willamette Humane Society. Last year Laurel and I volunteered to do clean-up duties after the event.
I saw enough people hanging around in clever/cute costumes to make me want to attend as a real Boo Bash'er this year. Laurel found me a Witch Doctor costume which meshed nicely with a mask I got at the Oregon Country Fair.
I was mildly disturbed by how much I enjoyed channeling my inner Witch Doctor. I heard a few people mutter "scary" when I walked by. Sweet!
Laurel, animal lover that she is, embraced her inner raccoon. Her tail (not shown) stayed on perfectly. I thought she looked super-cute, but Laurel didn't like the itchiness of her costume's fake fur. Maybe she'll be the Witch Doctor next year.
If so, I know who I won't be at the 2013 Boo Bash: Jesus. This guy was so convincing, it'd be tough to follow his act. (Of course, who knows what Jesus really looked like?) During dinner he traded in what seems to be a mixed drink for a glass of red wine. Much more appropriate.
We came across a tall devil'ish woman who reminded us of Betsy, my optometrist. Couldn't have been, of course, given Betsy's dignified professional demeanor whenever I get an eye exam. After whoever this person was asked me, "Who am I?," I'm proud to say that my 64-year old brain took only a few seconds to reply "Devil with a blue dress on." And even prouder, after a few seconds more, to add "Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels." Showing my age. Have a look and listen, clueless younger people. Great song.
I loved the "Reno 911" gang. For a while this was one of our favorite TV shows. Terrific cynical off-color humor. These Boo Bashers played their roles well.
The Reno 911 woman had a more attractive backside than the guys, for sure. Both physically and philosophically. I started to recall some existentialist "guilty" theme from my college reading days, but the two large complimentary glasses of Pinot Noir I'd consumed made me feel "Can't remember; who gives a shit?"
This woman, who seemed to be part of the Reno 911 crew, dragged a stuffed pony around all night. First time I saw her, I wondered why. After the second glass of wine, it made wonderful (non) sense.
There were several Snow White's at the Boo Bash. I'm sure this version won't mind me giving him the Least Attractive But Most Gutsy award.
Waiting for our terrific vegetarian dinner to be served, I entertained myself by taking photos of myself, then marveling at how much I enjoyed my Witch Doctor self. Please, please, let reincarnation be real!
Why wait for reincarnation? It's never too late to be a witch doctor.
Posted by: David Chapman | October 28, 2012 at 08:05 PM
Why wait for reincarnation? It's never too late to be a witch doctor.
Posted by: David Chapman | October 28, 2012 at 08:05 PM
David, thanks for pointing that out. Heck, if I want to be a witch doctor, this must mean that I AM a witch doctor, for Deep Reasons which make perfect sense to me at the moment.
Posted by: Brian Hines | October 28, 2012 at 08:50 PM