This past Saturday night, I had a few people over. They were my friends I think, but I can’t be sure. People showed up wearing wigs, and a variety of costumes. My kind of time.
I’ve always enjoyed wiggin out. You can be someone else for a night. If the light is right, and the music is right, and the mood just so, magic happens.
I had myself a time, and I thoroughly enjoyed everything and everyone. I can only say thank you. You made my night, and my birthday celebration. All of the costumes, being in the spirit of the night, all the gifts and the laughs are memories I’ll enjoy for many years to come.
I won’t wax on about turning 40, I already did that last blog. But, I will only mention that in any journey, it is much more fun to have a grand fellowship. I love my fellowship.
I’ve collected the wigs you see above. They were in a variety of places throughout my home as I went around hung over on Sunday. It was a wig hunt I think. Much better than an Easter Egg hunt, and better for me because I didn’t have to get stinky boiled eggs on my hands.
So, if you ask me who came to my party, I think I spotted Nick Nolte, Geronimo, Bradley Cooper, Amy Adams, the Red Rooster, a beautiful Fairy, Sven the masseuse, Johnny Bravo, Purple Punk girl, Crotchety Auntie Maude and Carolinian cousin Brandi Anne, a few homeless folks, a creepy suited Erin Go Bragh, Pinky Tuscadero, Foxy Cleopatra, her half-brother “Pink” Floyd, Rainbow Brite, my Cousins Blue and Afro Jack, Michael Myers, and a few assorted hair rollers.
What do you get when you have a wigstravaganza? A boat load of fun, and some leftovers that you can use for many party years to come.
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