The Halloween weekend was fairly eventful…
Saturday night was Miss and Kevin’s annual Dork-O-Ween party, which aside from hanging out with some comic book friends, afforded MK & I chance to test-drive our Clark Kent and Lois Lane get-ups.
It was also the first chance to check out their new apartment in the lower east side, which is a stone’s throw away from “PixelJump HQ”. Kevin was dressed as a Ghostbuster (Venkman to be precise, with a really sweet hand made proton pack) while Miss simply smeared some shit on her face for a Dirty Sanchez (which she later chipped away at the sides for a Hitler Sanchez… it wasn’t really shit btw, just beauty mud). Marc was also on hand as “Wilkofsky Wonka”. We just stood around around drinking and talking, plus watched bits of the Manosthe Hands of Fate…. coincidentally enough, I was was watching MST3K on DVD the night prior and earlier in the afternoon.
I guess the highlight of that evening, for me at least, was telling Miss my usual assortment of bizarro tales about my dad to the point where she couldn’t take the insanity anymore. That and how awesome my Clark Kent hairdo was, courtesy of my roommate Stephy; its was perfectly shaped, and rock-solid, like a M&M’s candy coated shell.
The next night, around midnight, MK & I met up with Joe to check out Dr. Chud‘s yearly Halloween eve’s bash at Don Hill’s. But the doctor was a total no-show, so instead we saw a glam/goth band from Japan called D’espairs Ray. The crowd was totally batshit insane for them, which was mostly nerdy and/or chunky chicks, mostly Asian, plus a few dudes, all around 15 years of age, tops. You know how most rock guys spit water into the audience and how the audience goes nuts? Well, you also know how when said rockers spit, its generally a fine mist? Not this guys, who shot perfect streams of water directly into their fans faces, and they loved every second of it. Though the best was when they threw their empty water bottles into the crowd and how they all fought like fucking animals (especially the really sad pathetic dudes; one was practically elbowing girls in the face for their prize).
As for the music, what can I say? I dug it. Course I’m into J-rock; it was like seeing a band comprised of all the gothy, effeminate characters from Guilty Gear and King of Fighters.
Once the show was over, the crowd quickly dispersed (no doubt to to Penn Station for that last train to Rutgers or something), but we stuck around to chat and drink. I was hoping to get a D’espairs Ray shirt, but none looked that hot, though MK did snag a pair of panties. Then the dancing music kicked in, but again, it was just us plus a trio of pole dancers who had no one to dance for (aside from Don Hill, of course). Joe & I got on the floor (at this point, the booze started kicking in) and then one of the dancers (who had a slutty cop thing going on, though I have a feeling she dresses like that every night) joined us, doing the classic “she so fucking blitzed out of her mind” moves. MK thought it was all hilarious, but eventually the crazy chick dragged her out onto the dance floor.
Afterwards, we returned to Joe’s place where him and I drank some more, and again MK had loads of fun laughing at our stupid antics. I’ll spare the details since its pretty embarrassing, and mostly for myself. Versus was also on cable, which was perfect for the occasion… a zombie flick, albeit versus mobsters…. but it has easily the worst dub job of any film that I’ve personally seen. Around 4 in the morning we called it a night.
The next day, Halloween proper, was the blessed occasion: the wedding of Zane Ferraioli and Liz Baillie. As mentioned previously, it was a super hero wedding, though in actuality, it was mostly a super villain affair, with the groom bride dressed as the Joker and Harley Quinn respectively. Though Batman and Robin were attendance (Robin was played by Robin, of course, who’s costume was custom made by MK… none of the pictures does her work any justice, it was pretty damn fantastic).
I’ve said it before (mostly to folks that I know who are currently planning their weddings) and I’ll say it again: theme weddings totally fucking rule. They beat traditional church weddings hand down, no contest. I’ve been to plenty of both kinds, though mostly the theme ones… medieval, gay wedding by the beach…. and this one was perhaps the most fun. Plus I just loved dressing up as Clark Kent. First off, I love dressing up in nice suits, hence why I was happy to once again incorporate one into yet another Halloween outfit. But I think its safe to say that almost all comic book nerds secretly wish they could walk around in a costume each and every day, so when one gets the chance to be with others in the same exact boat, the fun that’s had is simply infectious. I had no problems playing the part of Clark becoming all nervous when bad guys noticed the red, blue and yellow peeking behind the shirt and tie. I know it sounds a bit childish, but come on, it’s Halloween!
Anyhow, the ceremony itself was sweet, poignant, and to the point, which honestly is how every wedding should be. Some might have noticed that it was in the park right next to the Manhattan Bridge, which further added to the comic book feel. The reception was also loads of fun; there was a live band doing the music early in the evening that got everyone rocking on the dance floor. The man with the best moves was easily Joe Flood who had a made for an absolute killer Two Face.
I don’t know Liz and Zane personally (they’re MK’s friends) but both are super friendly and awesome (I should add that Zane had a totally awesome Cesar Romero-type Joker thing going on). Also met several other really nice folks, such as Ari, who was one of the bridesman, though instead of a Batman villain, he was dressed as Mike D of the Beastie Boys. Then there was a girl named Jill who was dressed as Power Girl; MK & I ended up giving her a ride home, as well as her friend Philip, who came as the Penguin. While chatting, Jill disclosed that she used to attend the Big Apple con dressed as Jax from Quicken Forbidden back when Dave & John used to do the show. John even had a name for her: “Jillbait”. I’m still constantly amazed by how incredibly small the world is sometimes.
After all that, MK & I hit our favorite diner in Park Slope, the Daisy Diner, where they actually have a photo booth inside, so we just had to take a picture…
BTW, for the rest of the pics, just go here.
