I guess I’d have to tie some sort of mega watt light to myself, somewhere. Blind the hell out of everyone. Strap a bunch of fans on, too, since stars give off a lot of wind…
But then I could turn it all off and you’d just see me, Anastasia. Hello. Most people just call me Stasia. Is this thing catered? Is there wine? I’d really like a glass of wine.
Or, I suppose I could really cater to the masses and just show up as a giant penis. They might not remember my name, but they’ll know the catchphrase.
Spiky scale armor, battle axe, short sword, wooden round shield, long beard, couple throwing axes, backpack, wine skin, 50’ of rope, 2 weeks iron rations, crossbow, quiver of 20 bolts, belt pouch with flint/steel, 3 torches, steel mirror, candle lantern, sack of candles, and a 10’ pole.
I would have the tallest red afro wig on record, along with some big pimpin’ Rick James style clothes, and enough gaudy “bling bling” to make Diddy jealous. Of course, I would be all about the love…
I’d go as a pine tree decorated like Annie Christmas in the Jim Steinman/ALW song that inspired my name…
And she always wore that special necklace
'Cause it proved that she was tough and reckless
With a bead for every ear and nose
She had bitten off, as the story goes
Ceremonial robes from empirical Songhai, probrably made from earth textiles, and one of those cool carved footstools to sit on. I’d appreciate it if everyone sang praisesongs extolling the great deeds of my ancestors and prehaps a round or two of Tom Petty’s “It’s Good To Be King” just for me.
Me three. In fact I didn’t notice that it wasn’t until I read your post.
As for me, assuming I’m invited after having just returned from a very lengthy absence, I have a tattoo of a woman turning into a wolf (or vice versa?) on my left hip. So I guess I’d come as my left hip.
I’d need to arrive in something like this. As for what to wear, obviously I’d have to duplicate the costume Chevy Chase wore in the SNL landshark sketches.
