Can't wait! I'm going to be the (Red) Queen of Hearts! Beth will be Alice, her new hubby will be the Mad Hatter and Michael is going to be the White Rabbit (Don't laugh! Do you know how hard it is to convince a large, grown man to dress-up like a rabbit?!? It's bad enough my only choices for ears were Playboy Bunny sequins OR Playboy Bunny glitter! If you see him, you're only allowed to say, "Wow - the White Rabbit, he's, like, the main character!" Please!)
But it will be so cool. We are making our costumes to keep them original, and so that we all coordinate. I told my mom I was making a costume, and she got all impressed and said, "Really? Like with a sewing machine?" I burst out laughing and confessed, "Noooo, like with felt and glue." I guess I have to define what "making" means!
I am blending a bit of the cartoon version and Tim Burton's live action character. I was blending the cartoon version in so I would be more recognizable and since wearing a velvet victorian style dress won't be practical walking around San Antonio. There will be some serious theatre quality hair and make-up-ing going on. We hope to stumble on to some costume contests. Unfortunately, Googling "san antonio costume contest" brings us a dozens of contests - for dogs.
The Alice in Wonderland theme is super popluar this year, we're anxious to see what the other costumes look like!
Based on the books on your bookshelf, what conclusions would people draw about you?
Someone could conclude that I don't read very much, because I don't hang on to books... I never understood why people display them like trophies. I usally read 3-4 books a month. If you looked at the list of books I've read this years, you might conclude that I'm a empty-headed drone who reads everything that Oprah tells me to. But actually, I like reading best-sellers because they are so popular, meaning a lot of other people have read them, increasing my chances of having a shared experience.
I really wanted to pull a "jet blue guy" and walk out on the ol' job today. There is no place there where I can have any privacy or a moment to myself. All I hear are lectures about etiquette from people who are screaming at the top of their lungs. Really? Really People? You don't see the irony? It's all just a bit to much.