Now that the last of the Vaseline is absolutely and definitely out of my hair, I suppose it's time to explain what I got up to on Halloween. I spent a lot of time trying to think of what I could dress as that would top last year's crowd-pleasing hit, The Birds And The Bees. Nothing was really coming to mind, and then I talked to Jon. He's a sick bastard, and please don't mind the fact that his current entry is talking about masturbation.
"Why don't you go as the miracle of birth," he said.
"How the fuck would I do that?"
"I don't know; that's your problem."
So I put my mind to it and came up with this:
Many thanks to my friends and the accommodating gentlemen at Excelsior who put up with me, slathered as I was in a (if I do say so myself)) really fucking disgusting slurry of Vaseline, strawberry jam, and cream cheese. Also many thanks to my professional photographer roommate, who applied the hideous concoction, and also whose professional photographer finger you see covering the lens in the bottom right shot.
I'm currently accepting ideas for what to be next year. Anyone?