I don't know if I want to cart a costume to memphis.

Hell yeah--"Abigail"-era King Diamond. I found this cool yard stake at Wal Mart where you push a button and this skull on top rattles around with its eyes lit up, too. I'm just trying to figure out a way to fashion a sign underneath it that says "The Skull Of Euronymous" (that's the dude from Mayhem that got his brains eaten, fyi). Got a long drive to get there that day but Halloween only comes once a year--it's worth gettin' up a little earlier for. Maximize all the fun that's gonna go down, I say.

I'm dressing up but I don't wanna spoil the suprise, you're just gonna have to wait and see. ladies, be sure to pack extra undies because you're gonna soil a pair when you see my costume.

I'm going as Laci Peterson /w Son

I don't know what to do. I can't get away with blackface in Memphis, can I?

the ever famous midtown memphis creepy crawler Rob T has not only already rocked the black face in M town but also had the job to go with it

I think a kkk hood would be just as funny, and you could use your hotel sheets!

I wouldn't throw down with the black face if you are staying at the Red Roof Inn.

Earles--remember when you were Flavor Flav and the drunk at the Rite Aid screamed across the aisles at you, "WHAT TIME IS IT, FLAV????"

Ah Memphis, I love you.

The Red Roof do get sketchy. A friend of mine from Atlanta stayed there last month, and after he was able to scream his name loud enough through the bullet proof glass, and after convinving the hooker in the hallway that he was not "gon' get loneleee" he made it to his room, only to find three homeless people snuggled up in his king size bed.

But don't let that discourage you, by any means. Some people just don't appreciate a good adventure.

Those weren't "homeless people." They were Oblivians' fans homesteading.

I'm going as a drunk beligerant idiot.

Young - Remember that the evening ended in a fractured elbow. The co-pay Med Emergency doctor: "There's a small sack of fluid in everyone's elbow, and you broke yours." The redneck in the Rite Aid parking lot told me to "set the clock to 4:20, dude!!!"

damn! I was planning on being Claudine...back to the drawing boards

so I guess my plan to be Jackee Harry will have to wait til next year. And my foot is too fucked up from the ghost incident for me to be Wordsworth the Roller skating Cat from Heathcliff cartoons. I'm fresh out of ideas. Maybe I'll be a jaded asshole rocker.

if you have an izod shirt and a pair of jean shorts anybody can go as Tino

Wordsmith!!

Did that busted elbow result from your attempt at "breakdancing"? That is my last memory of you from that party.

That is the night, dressed as a '70's Long Island Jewish Disco Princess, that I broke and lost my $15K platinum, diamond and onyx art deco family heirloom bracelet on the floor...I found four links the next day after Alex had hosed the floor down.

Fiery, I can't even grasp that concept.

Believe me, I still am having great difficulty admitting it, particularly when Tiffany just reissued (or whatever) the same design and the image pops up at the top of the NY Times online page every frigging day.

My grandfather and father can't grasp the concept either. Needless to say, Fiery doesn't get any more heirlooms.

I'm going as Kobe Bryant. With a blood stained jersey and a penchant for forced vaginal rape.

I mean, I'm not trying to rub it in, but I know how I get when I'm wasted....see the "I'm A Mess" thread...and I can't imagine wearing something like that out on a bender.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I fell somewhere, I dunno. I also fell off of the exercise bike that was in the middle of the street for some reason.

Oh yeah, the exercise bike and that awful Kevin. Yipes.

Argh, I went to the party reluctantly and even the small amount of juice I could muster was all seeing Earles in his get up. I thought I would have a couple of beers and go home and even looked down at the bracelet and questioned leaving it on...but alas...
you're absolutely right. Blame it on Flava Flav.

That really sucks. I'm sorry.

The Halloween edition of Rock N Roll Dance Party on wusb.org going on right now is really sweet.

the same year, same party, i went as 'dirk reynolds' porn star and burt reynolds impersonator.

It wasn't even Halloween if I remember correctly. It was an 80's dress up party. So maybe I'll just go as Flava Flav Version 2003 this year.