Probably. But I was proud of that title, so I'm stickin' to my guns on this one. I veto my usual modesty for an unusual sense of grandeur and egotism. Such is the nature of The Blog.
Anyway.
So, a few ladies were keen on checking me out in the full on, dragtastic outfit I wore for The Crew's trick-or-treating rounds. And, well, I've got to oblige, don't I? One thing you should know about me: I can never say no to a pretty lady..... oh, wait, maybe I shouldn't have revealed that weakness... I'm sensing a Helen of Troy is about to waltz in here.... or maybe a Delilah with a sharp, shiny pair of scissors... hrrmm. In any case, I must indulge my readers. I must do as the impulses in me dictate.
SO YES -- MIZ MOFFATT, DRAGGED OUT! (OR SHOULD I SAY, MR. MOFFATT?)
My beard wasn't nearly as professional this time around -- O'Neill was in charge of creating my facial hair while we were living together during our undergraduate days. I tried my darndest, though. It looked convincing from afar.... or in the dark. Up close, I was a whole mascara nightmare. Actually, there was one shot from back in third year that I quite enjoy -- it's me in drag with a whole lot of attitude, apparently. And a kitchy cowboy shirt! Let's check it out, gang!
Ah yeah, rockin' the green hat at any age... and in any gender. Good times.
I might have to give my femme side some time in the spotlight after this blitz of boyishness. I do know that I will be getting VERY high femme for my sister's wedding next month. Will have to share photos as I imagine I will breaking the glam scales with that one. (Did I mention this was a New Year's Evening wedding? It's gonna be mighty sweet, kids).
We shall see. We shall definitely see.
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