It’s how we did it when I was a kid: Halloween costumes made from whatever we could come up with in the house.
So, that’s how I did it at age 37.
Kilt, boots, wife beater, cock ring, and my Grandaddy’s hat.
The only thing I bought was the little mask, because I wanted to be sure it stayed on good.
“Everybody is going to ask you what you are supposed to be.”
I didn’t think it mattered what I was as long as it was a costume.
If nothing else, it would be a conversation starter.
But The Attorney was right.
“What/Who are you?” was one of the two Questions of the Night.
I decided that I was some sort of Scottish carny. But on the drive over, he came up with “The CockRingmaster of Cirque Mc Soliel.”
I stuck with “Scottish carny.” It was an easier answer.
The second Question of the Night, I expected.
“Are you wearing anything under the kilt?”
Or some variation on that.
The first person to ask was The Attorney.
I gave him an “of course not” look.
Apparently he read it as an “of course” look.
So, imagine my surprise at his surprise when he discovered I was wearing the kilt properly.
I was mostly surprised that he made the discovery at the party.
All night long I was very careful about how I would sit, so that no one would really know.
Mental note: next time take standing on balconies into account, too.
Talk about your about conversation starters.