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y for me, but
Jay thinks it's in the right places. But I mean this dress is tight!
Right down to the knees. I can barely walk in it. Running is totally
out of the question. It was practically like the good old days. So I
went as what's-her-name from the Adams Family. With fake fangs.
Jay just wanted the dress made. He wasn't thinking Halloween. I
was thinking maybe the opera on a very dark night IF he bought me
something expensive (and long) to drape over it.
We were both thinking about coming home after. Turns out it was
after Halloween.
He was the wolfman in a rubber mask, and I had him on a leash.
And I brought handcuffs just for show-n-tell. The people at the party
were straight, totally, with one possible (certain, now) exception.
In fact, as I told ROo, I made a complete ass of myself. Big
mouth. Almost all were very conservative. There was a couple there
that I thought were dressed as Ozzie and Harriet and despite the
corset I'm practically doubled over pointing and laughing so hard my
fangs fall out. Turns out they were not amused. Nor were they wearing
costumes, just their normal e
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