So, what does that entail? Standing at the doorway like a flight attendant, saying “okay, the food situation is over there, the alcohol situation is over there, and the (ahem) situation is in the third bedroom to the left”?
Why, yes, Pers, that will be part of the job description. You will be my right hand, so to speak*. Bunny had prepared the guest list, so that’s a simple matter which I will resume managment over. Coordinating entrees, hotels, flight arrival info, local gathering places and pre-Fest activities. Rather simple, really.
[sub]*:Special functions of the right hand to be addressed later and in private.[/sub]
So let me get this straight–you’re in charge of keeping track of the yeas/nays, and I’m in charge of everything else? :eek:
It’s called deligation.
And yes. Thanks. 
Or delegation, either way. :rolleyes:
I’m not sure everyone has heard me bitching and moaning about my bizarre health situation [see footnote if you’re really interested] the last month but it appears that I am going to survive after all and will therefore be able to make it to the Dopefest as I had originally planned.
So I guess you can definitely keep me (and my hubby) on the YES list.
*How’s this for bizzare. In July I was gouged in the hand by a patient with demetia and extremely nasty fingernails that were caked with dirt, stool and only god knows what. My hand got this massive infection that took 3 week and 4 different antibiotics to get it to start to heal. Then I got this same infection in my lungs and went into damn near respiratory failure. I couldn’t even walk across the room without gasping and wheezing. I was in the hospital for a few days and off work from August 10 till Sep 25. I’m back to work now and getting better every day. I have a costume idea in mind, now I have to get busy on the damn thing pronto.
I now return you to your regularly scheduled OhDope thread.
:eek: Holy smokes, Mermaid!
Wow, I’m glad to hear you’re okay. You (and hubby) are now firmly affixed to the Woohoo! side of the list.
You take care of yourself now. Actually, that goes for all y’all. <ts looks around the room, pointing at everyone>
Hello everyone.
Another lurker has finally hit that ‘post reply’ button and decided to inflict… um, err, ah, grace you with a post.
I live in a suburb of Cleveland and it wouldn’t be any big deal to make a road trip to the capital city. I could even offer some seats to anyone that needed a ride there.
I just need a little encouragement (and a seat at the no dancing table :D). Any takers?
[whine] I don’t know what to wearrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! [/whine]
Seriously. I need a cheap costume. Cheap as in doesn’t cost much, not a “tiggy à la Moulin Rouge” costume.
Any ideas?
Well, hell. What a shitty 1100th post. Oh well.
[lucy]WAAAAAAAAHHHHH[/lucy] How am I supposed to go on, now that my Bunnygirl won’t be gracing us with her appearance? Oh, alright, I’ll live, I suppose.
Persephone: Right now my attendance is only about 50% confirmed. I can let you know for sure in another week or so. But if I’m able to make the trip, then you (and your hubby, if he is coming too) are more than welcome to tag along with us.
Hey guys! Can anybody else help our dear, sweet Pers out if I’m unable to attend?
:::Persephone begins thumbing through Big Book O’ Ritual to determine which sacrifice would be most appropriate for encouraging the Goddess to intervene in making sure Shadowfox can get to OhDope…:::
I’ll save you a seat dear.
and Tig you could always do the ghost/sheet thing
tiglon1, you’re more than welcome to join Sapphire Bullet and me (and Miss Creant?) at the “Hell no I am not going out on that dance floor” table. It’d be great to meet you.
What is it with you people who dance anyway? Isn’t sitting around drinking beer good enough?
Damned straight, Strainger. The only dancing I do is waiting in line to use the friggin’ urinal after I have those beers.
Well it just so happens that I worked at a costume shop several years in a row. I have plenty of ideas.
Cheapest are the elaborate makeup and “add ears and a tail”. There are thousands of books on theatrical makeup that you can check out at the library but all of the kits have instructions as well. The best tip I can give is to start with a good layer of cold cream. It makes the color easy to apply and mistakes easy to fix. When finished, apply baby powder with a cotton ball—dab don’t wipe–over the entire make up. Then take same cotton ball, dip in cold water and dabb over all. You make up will now be unsmearable and stay put till the next morning if it has too. Believe me I know.
For costume material check out the thrift stores and consignments-especially in the formals sections the bigger and more grotesque the better. You can take apart one poufy sleeved, big butt bowed, multi-layered dress and get yards and yards of material.
Always have some kind of prop. It gives you something to do with your hands.
How about:
Cat-makeup, ears and tail and catsuit(leotard)
Playboy Bunny-bodysuit,tuxedo jacket, ears, tail
Lady Godiva- buy long, long blonde wig, either wear nude color body suit or dye your own t shirt and leggings with tea. Fasten the hair down in the front with a belt around your waist. Carry a child’s hobby horse or possibly just a riding crop. You can ask around if anyone one wants to give you a “ride”
Psychobitch ex-girlfriend from hell- Slutty tank top with black bra strap slipping down your shoulder, too short leather skirt, stockings that end about 4 inches below your skirt, boots, all the cheap or tacky jewelry you can find, leather hat,gloves, dog collar would be nice, whip and/or riding crop. You can ask everyone “have you seen Johnny? I know he’s here with his new bitch…” I wore this one year and it was a big hit. You would be amazed how many women brought their men around so I could abuse them a bit both verbally and give them a whack or two with the crop.
I won a contest last year with Medusa. I took about 2 dozen rubber snakes, fixed them to a frame-sort of like a hat and then pulled my own hair up and through the snakes. Then I wore heavy make up, fangs and a toga style gown.
I love costume parties.
Why don’t you just cut some eyeholes in a sheet and be a ghost?
(extra points if you use a sheet that isn’t white. :D)
No! What am I gonna wear then?
Your Lady Godiva costume? Hell, I’ll get you the horse.
Count me as a “I need to be drunker than this” dancer. And since I’m 20, you can’t get me that drunk in public. (For once being underage is a good thing)
snif we need Bunny Girl…