I got the cape in the mail. Ohhhh man. That is all I have to say about it at this juncture.
Let's talk Halloween instead. I take this holiday very seriously, as you can see by last year's retro tennis costume. The thing I really liked about that costume was wearing sneakers out instead of heels. That was a game-changer.
So this year, I tried to think what I could be that involved wearing sneakers. And clothes I already owned. An then I had a flash of inspiration. I would dress up as Andrew WK.
My personal hero. The man, the myth, the legend.
I had already watched his television show when I was in high school, and partied at his club in NYC, so dressing up like him seemed like the next natural step. I think he would be flattered by this. Not reaching for the restraining order.
And if you are asking "Who?" right now, you are not alone. Not everyone remembers a pop-metal rocker with a circa-2001 hit called "Party Hard". I would say that 75% of people I told about my costume idea didn't know what I was talking about. However, the 25% who did know thought it was awesome.
It was for those people that I unearthed my fake-blood emblazoned concert tee from a drawer and bought a $18 pair of white jeans to mimic Andrew's trademark white jeans + running shoes look.
But after going to the Stewart rally, my motivation for crowds and ironic statements was at an all-time low.
I managed to venture back out for Halloween.
Here I am, Adele WK. I tried to headbang, but it gave me a headache. That's not very rock star, is it?
