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With all of the preperations complete, and the loss of the chance to show up at work in costume as was the original plan, I was now at a loss for what to do with all the time, money and effort I had been placing into creating the new 'look' that was forming.
The first opportunity came when my roommate (now wise to my 'outfit') announced that he and a friend were going to a couple of parties, one of which was a party that was have members of my former work present. He gave me some very brief instructions written on the back of an envelope and went on his way telling me that he would be present at said party about about 11:30 or shortly thereafter. I told him as he left that I had too much laundry to do and that I would probably not be there. However, right after he went out the door I went to work.
The party proved to be a bust. The bad omens started when, as I was in a hurry to leave, I forgot to grab the envelope that had the instructions written on the back of it. Recalling that they were not too complex (or even detailed for that matter) I winged it and was able to find a house with a party in the general viscinity of where the party should have been. Most of the folks were outside, so I walked around, avoiding the light in hopes of having the best element of surprise when finally walking up to those folks that knew me.
However, I did not see anyone that knew me. In fact, I did not even see many people in costume. Most of all, I did not even see my roommate or his car. I stayed in the shadows for a few minutes hoping to see someone that I was familiar with, and was beginning to doubt that I was even at the right house. I had even waited until 11:45 to show up to make sure that my accomplices would be present.
Finally, I talked to a few girls that were standing near the bonfire out back to see if the house was the right house. After a few sentences, one of them figured out that I was in costume and complimented me on how well I looked. Otherwise, they informed me that they themselves were 'crashing' the party with a friend that was not around and that they did not even know who's house it was. Presuming the worst, I walked back out to the car. I hung around for about 10 minutes more, listening to the radio (talk radio - I was tuning around listening to women's shows to help practice my voice), but with no sign of my roommate, I headed home.
It was time to take drastic action. I had all this stuff and nowhere to go. Recalling a local WWW page I had ran across that supported members of the 'community' as it were, I went to it for the list of local Night Clubs and Events. (It was the Lisa D page for any of those interested.
After parousing the list of 'happenings', I settled upon two events. One in Detroit at the Wild Goose where they were claiming to be having a 'first time' contest, and another in town at the Nectarine lounge with a category for "best drag". I showed up late for the 'first time' contest at the Wild Goose and, judging the outlandish nature of the competitions, luckily did not win at the 'best in drag' contest either. (see Caught up in the limelight) However, my friend (an admittedly 'bi' female) did manage to win third place for their 'most original' costume at the Nectarine with a Merlin the Magician costume she wore. (and boy is her fiance' going to be surprised when he finds out that she has a years worth of gift certificates - that she fully intends to use - to go to an 'alternative lifestyle' bar)
After a phone call to the Frederick's store in the Dearborn Fairlane Town Center, during which I talked for about half-an-hour with one of the new salesgirls about 'girl' stuff relating to my Halloween outfit, I was also persuaded to take an afternoon trip on Friday out to the mall in full costume. I have blisters and photo's to prove it, as I parked on the wrong side of the mall and had to walk almost a mile (it is a VERY big mall) to the get to the store and back. And of course I documented the visit with a big fat photo out front just to prove I was there...
Last, was the trip to the local watering hole, the Blind Pig / Eightball Saloon where I always shoot darts, down cold one's and drink beer with the local gents in town.
Though I was at first doubting whether or not my ultra-convincing female costume would go over well or not, my initial plan was to go to the club first in plain clothes to get my hand stamped so that I would not have to reveal any identification to get back in. Upon doing so, I discovered that a good friend had one of his buddy's also dressing up femme for the occasion. I immediately went home and changed to begin what was to be the start of my last evening out.
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