There comes a time in every young girl’s life when she arrives home after a stressful work week with a costume party to attend in three hours and absolutely no idea what to wear.
The party: Jeniqua’s Farewell (I must stop crying. I must stop crying.)
The theme/costume requirement: “Something you love.”
My wardrobe: Devoid of costumes.
After throwing nearly all my clothes into a pile on the bed, texting my mum, putting on a sequined beret to leprechaun-dance around the kitchen in front of my new housemate, and eating about forty seven hundred spoonfuls of Mighty Maple peanut butter, I had finally created a costume for Something I Love. A multi-layered costume, in fact. One might even say A COSTUME IN TWO ACTS.
My pick for Something I Love: Musicals.
Singing in the Rain.
See also: Gene Kelly.
Costume credits: Tap shoes, mine. Black umbrella: Dad’s. Yellow Raincoat: Purportedly my mother’s, but the collar rather suspiciously has not only my last name written on it but the surname “Rowlinson”. Dear Rowlinson family, I apologise for my mother’s thievery.
But that’s enough about my costume’s first act/layer. The second was for when I got tired of almost poking people’s eyes out on the dancefloor with my umbrella (ella! ella!).
Fame. (Or Rent. I prefer Rent, but feel the costume was more Fame-like.)
Regardless of the extent to which my costume/s represented my love of musicals, it cannot be denied that the party was rather spectacular. So much dancing! and laughter! and awe at others’ genius costumes!
(I must also mention that, one day at work, Jeniqua ran into my office shrieking “Turn around and look outside!” When I turned, I saw M standing on the other side of my window, on the sidewalk, in a completely public area… dressed as Gandalf.)
When I told my brother about a certain aspect of this party, he responded that it sounded like the beginning of a joke: “A musical, Che Guevara, and a goat were smoking a cigar…”
Not that that happened or anything.
The above bird costume might be my favourite thing in the world. Particularly due to the dedication of the man inside; he walked into the party wearing that enormous bird head, started dancing, and as far as I know kept it on the entire night.
Note also: pterodactyl.
This was one of the greatest parties I’ve attended. I only wish it hadn’t been a farewell.
Don’t leave me, gorgeous jazzy lady! How will my heart sing at work without you? Who will come into my office asking for chocolate, and act surprised every time I immediately pull something sweet from my desk drawer? Who else will I belt out Grease with at the top of my lungs on the way back from serious business meetings?
I’ll miss you ever, ever, ever, Jeniqua. Come back soon.
Question Time: What costume/s have you been most proud of in your life?