Helping The Heroes for Halloween 0
Halloween is a week and two days away but that’s not going to stop me from celebrating it early. Legends, the local venue I often mention, hosted a charity event Help for Heroes to raise money for those injured in the Iraq war. An opportunity to help out, get drunk, dance and most importantly, dress-up. Luckily for me it’s a Halloween disco and with my entire wardrobe suitable for the horror show, the task is picking out what to wear.
Various coloured wigs are thrown about my bedroom as I scramble about trying to find a hair net and after deciding that the colours didn’t match my intended outfit of choice, I decided to go for a more natural look. It’s pitch black outside, the joy of winter is upon us, and with hungry parents eager to go into town I am racing against the clock. Using white powder I’m able to give myself a ghostly sick glow and darkening my eyes with the blackest eyeshadow, I’m beginning to achieve the dead look that I want. I’m then pulled into my corset that gives me a 25″ waist, complimented with wet look leggings and over-the-knee PVC boots, I’m pretty much ready to go.
The finishing touch to my look was some theatrical fake blood which I smeared across my chin and mouth, a cut on the side of my face and long scratches down both of my arms. I grin to myself as I clean the glitter and blood of the sink in the bathroom, realizing that it’s so typical of me.
My boyfriend finishes work and jumps into his full-body Mummy morphsuit that he bought for the Halloween celebrations. It’s cold outside so he decides to wear it under jeans and a shirt, accessorised with a fedora hat. This itself was an outfit, giving him the look of the ‘Invisible Man’ which people called him throughout the night. A quick photo session and we head into town to meet friends at the local pub for a few drinks.
The pub was busy and as I pushed open the door, I was not only greeted by my two awaiting friends, but the staring eyes of those sitting at the bar. I guess they aren’t used to dead zombie-girls and full body lyrca Mummies, eh? A quick double vodka lemonade and a shot of sambucca gives me the confidence I need to carry me through the night.
Time is ticking on and I’m not wanting to miss out on the action so we head up to the party venue, paying the £5 entrance fee and receiving a jelly vodka shot. Looking around, I see that everyone is dressed up in various outfits, some a lot more extreme and outrageous than others. I fit in perfectly and for the first time, feel part of the community.
A few of my favourite songs play and I whisk the boyfriend onto the dancefloor where we remained for the duration of the night. My friends eventually shuffled up the highstreet and joined us later that night, along with my friend from work who put on a great karaoke performance. It didn’t take long for me to realize that the decorations from my party were still stuck to the walls, a new look for the normally dull venue and I also noticed that a lot of the songs I used for my party were also being played. It’s good to know that I’ve got great taste.
It was a positive night with no drama, asides a little cat-fight on the dancefloor between two girls. My partner and I both received a lot of compliments regarding our outfits but for me, it was my normal clothing with a bit of blood. Every day is Halloween for me, as my friends say on a regular basis.