Perez does Halloween – Costume Contest!

Alright, it’s been exhausting awesome, but the week is finally over and it’s time to vote!

See the nifty poll below and let’s place bets on how long it takes me to figure out this software.

We’ll announce the winning costume on Monday and Perez will wear it as he goes about his day to day. . . on Halloween!

Scarecrow

Tom Petty

Wednesday Addams

Eleven from Stranger Things

The Artist formerly known as Perez

 

 

Fun Foto Friday!

Really? Couldn’t put the beer down for TWO SECONDS!?!

Again with the Carrie costume, I know.  I think I went as Carrie seven years straight.  It was a wee bit ridiculous.   Anyway, up there with me are my hilarious friends Gregg and Ben.  Of course, Halloween in Hollywood was ALWAYS off the chain but as I recall this particular year was insanely fun. I remember dancing with a large group of gay men who were dressed as the “Bee Girl” from the Blind Melon video and it was EPIC.

In case you’re not old enough to remember said reference.

Ben loved Halloween and I’ll cherish every one we spent together.  Please note that when I naturally assumed he was a zombie in the above picture he corrected me and said he was a dead Tailor.  A tailor?  I didn’t get it.  He winked at me, held up the fabric measuring tape in his hand and said “Oh, honey, I’m gonna measure inseams tonight”.

Saints preserve us.

Inseams notwithstanding, we ended up drunk as lords at  Tommy Burgers, eating our weight in chili cheese fries.   Ah, good times.

Fun Foto Friday!

This is my Father on Halloween when he was probably around 70 years old.  PLEASE for the love of God notice that his “costume” is nothing but a black velour bathrobe, snowmobile gloves and a plastic skull mask.  He already had two of those things in his possession.*   To my mother’s horror he proceeded to sit in a lawn chair on our front porch all slumped over until some poor unsuspecting kids came up to ring the doorbell and then he’d spring into action and leap at them, arms extended and moaning like a dying Yak, leaving the poor tots traumatized and likely with soiled underwear.

It was pure awesomeness.

*naturally, he had to borrow the gloves

Um, I’m not really sure what’s happening here but if memory serves Ben was attempting to dress a pumpkin up to look like me.  He and I adored Halloween and would celebrate all month long.  I imagine his conundrum here was how he was going to carve it’s mouth into a sneer and have a lit Marlboro light dangle out of it.

Fun Foto Friday!

Of course you run into Drag Queen Carrie when you are ALSO dressed as Carrie on Santa Monica Boulevard.  Back in the day, West Hollywood was THE place to be on the high holy day in the gay community known as Halloween.   It’s a magical day.  I remember when she and I spotted each other from across the street.   We ran towards each other with arms (and cocktails) extended like long lost lovers in a movie, except we were giggling like ninnies and holding our respective gowns up off the ground.  I believe her name was Kevin.

Happy Halloween, Kevin.