Another Halloween in another foreign land.  Another country that cannot…does not fully appreciate the art of dressing up, whether scary or silly, drinking, playing pranks, eating candy, haunted houses…

Lucky for them I was there…and an equally knowledgeable Canadian, and a few enthusiastic British friends to help set them right.  Amber (a friend from work and the aforementioned Canadian) and I obviously felt the need to dress up for the Friday before Halloween.  We were invited to a Halloween party at one of our co-workers houses, so that spurred us even more to get some kick-ass, but economical, costumes.  So one morning we hit up the Op-shops (thrift stores) and bargain stores.  There I found these:

To clarify… that would be  mullet wig and a WWF T-shirt.  Then the costume started falling in place.  I should obviously represent some of the underrepresented but most admirable of my nation–the mullet-sporting, pants-sagging, beer drinking, just plain dirty redneck American.  YEEEE–HAAWW.  So basically this eventually turned into this:

Yes, yes and yes.  I made a beer-utility belt which had two beer cozies attatched for my drinking convenience.  I’m sporting the aviators, my pants are well below my butt, I have tatoos–really intimidating ones at that–all up my arm and a cut-off T-shirt.  I’m just gonna tell you that I wasn’t really picking up the men that night.

But I did have my brother/half-cousin Billy Bob to keep me company.

Well Billy Bob (Amber) did come from the Mexican side of our inbred family.  But we still love him.

That night we went to our friend Gary’s party…we were obviously the best dressed.  But there were a few others.  Jesus was there, so was Moses…and a bunch of dead people (BOORRRING), some sexy devils, and then some alcoholics…but I don’t think they were in costume.

I’d just like to point out the obvious and awesome similarities between myself and my Tshirt.  What a star.

And then if Amber didn’t look sexy enough before…

Who could say no to that?? I mean really!

Since it was a Halloween weekend, and it would be a shame to waste this amazing costume, me and my housemates decided to go out to a bar-sponsored Halloween party on Saturday night.  The best part was that I got some well-placed sunburn (not intentionally) earlier in the day, so my costume was even more ‘rednecky’.  

So me, 2 Scottish lassies, 2 German girls, a guy from New Zealand, and another Canadian decided to hit the town dressed to the Nines.  Which is funny because there was a big horse race earlier in the day and Melbourne has a big horse-racing culture where people get really dressed up…with the big hats and fancy dresses and everything! (very My Fair Lady).  So everywhere we went it was either people looking dead and ridiculous, or super fancy.  

Anyway, so this was the motley crew that headed to the bar: 

Heather (cowgirl),  Hannah (dead), Ruth (70s diva), Heather (Gypsie) and my gorgeous/handsome self.

There was also  Kristina on my right who was a sexy devil.

 and Antony who was again, dead.

So all-in-all I’d have to say we looked pretty good, although the Halloween party was kind of disappointing.  But always trying to see the bright side of things, I’m just keeping in mind that I now have a sweet mullet wig forever and ever!

Happy Halloween!!