I'm too tired to post. In the past week or so, I've been dressed as the prince of the organ grinders monkeys (at the gay ball)
a WW2 sailor (riding in front of Anderson Cooper, in a vintage WW2 jeep.....with gun(!)....which was more fun than you can possibly imagine),
an Egyptian pharoah (the costume of which increased exponentionally from the photo down there) walking in the St. Anne parade yesterday....and in white tie and tails, with white gloves and the whole shebang at the Rex ball last night. How they let a Westbanker in among the blue bloods I don't know. I was sure there'd be TSA style westbanker sniffing dogs there for sure. I felt like Eliza Doolittle.
I may need a nap for the next year or so.
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