The Witching Hour

Some say that a Halloween costume is a window into the soul that reveals your subconscious mind. Let’s hope not.

I had planned to dress as a Jedi knight for a party last Saturday night but somewhere along the line things went terribly awry. Instead of a wise and noble warrior with a light saber I somehow ended up as a witch. Think Dame Edna meets Margaret Hamilton meets Janeane Garofalo.

Half the fun of Halloween is making your costume and the most interesting part of this project was filling the $5 bra that came from WalMart. 44D, since I know you’re wondering. After doing extensive research on the internet I found that stuffing a stocking with rice is a method favored by frugal transvestites everywhere. Don’t look this up at work. As you can see here I weighed them to guarantee uniformity.

Overall the project was a big success and fortunately I was only hit on once. The next morning I was feeling a little off from the late night and rich food. My wife, Ann, quipped, “Maybe you’re getting your period.”

Ha ha.

7 thoughts on “The Witching Hour

  1. I think Garofalo has bushier eyebrows. Actually, you look remarkably like any one of my Italian aunts… which is more of a comment on my Italian uncles.

  2. Talk about a back ache the next day!!! Anyhow, for a party a few years ago I found a 46DD on clearance at KMart. I used ballons and was in good shape until someone stuck a pin in one. BTW, did you make the purchase yourself? I did, but was a little nervous when the clerk turned out to be a 16 year old boy.However, it didn’t seem to bother him one bit to hold this monster up in the air as he searched for the tag. This garment has since made it around town a few times(I have a loaner program…so to speak).

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