I still need to do some modifications on the costume, though. I don't like the face makeup, the tentacles on my face don't come out right and the reds don't match up, and the pincers aren't right yet. So I'll be debuting Zoidberg at a convention at some future date.
Instead, I gothed out this weekend. I gothed harder than I've gothed in years. I went to an 80s prom dressed as Siouxsie Sioux. Although I may have looked more like a cross between Robert Smith and Evil Sheila from Army of Darkness. Your mileage may vary:
|After I took this, I decided the eyeliner was still too subtle and put it on twice as thick.|
|I will sing sweetly to you while I eat your soul.|
|Ha, the normal people thought this was just a costume...|
And then there was the Halloween party at the Catacombs underneath City Market. Oh, man. Best party ever. It was creepy, it was dark, the industrial music was thumping, the 200-year-old brick walls were dripping, and we danced on dirt floors. I just basically wore an elevated version of how I often dress when I'm not at work, with shorter, tighter shorts and hair that reminds me of Marie Antionette, if Marie Antoinette was a vampire. I kept getting compliments on my "costume." I mean, granted, I don't wear the corset every day, but I wear it whenever an occasion presents itself.
|Princess Valhalla Hawkwind!!|
|My lipstick is smeared all over my chin. Kind of destroys the effect.|
|The reason my makeup got smeared all over the place!|
And, because I DEFINITELY felt visible on Saturday at work and Saturday evening in the Catacombs, I'm participating in Not Dead Yet's Visible Mondays for this week.