Last week an opportunity fell into my lap that I haven’t seen for over a year. The last time this particular chance presented itself, I squandered it away and have been kicking myself ever since. This time though, I will make the most of the advantage I have in that I have preparation time. Time to fully embrace the direction in which I am heading and hopefully create something that will echo through eternity – or at least be spoken about for 6 months. Either or, I’m not fussed.
What kind of opportunity gets me so worked up you might ask? Have I been asked to be the face of the new L’Oréal men expert campaign? No. Have I been offered the chance to travel the World and write about all the adventures I have along the way? Not yet. What has happened is this – I’ve been invited to a birthday party. It would be exciting enoug if it were just another birthday party but it isn’t. It’s a costume party!
I’ve not been to many costume parties but I’ve always revelled in the idea. Maybe my interest in costume parties stems from the fun of being someone else. Having grown up with an active imagination it’s always been fun to picture myself as a hero from a fantasy world or one of history’s greats. I still remember receiving my first ever costume one Christmas. Superman; one of the greatest superheroes ever!
Yes, Superman enjoys his sweets.
Over the years I’ve taken full advantage of invitations to costume parties whenever I’ve had the opportunity. As I mentioned earlier though, there have not been many of them. A few years ago I went to a Halloween party as Jason Vorhees. Another friend held an 80’s themed party and naturally, I attended as Indiana Jones. The most recent costume party I’ve been to; a ‘B’ themed celebration last year, however, brought me to my creative knees as I couldn’t find the one outfit I wanted to wear – Boba Fett. I searched high and low for a costume to hire but the only offering that came close was the likeness of his son, Jango.
With a sunken heart I floundered as the time constraint blurred my creative capacity to uselessness. In the end I went as a Beach Bum and while the night was a great success overall, I was still disheartened by my fancy-dress failure.
Not this time! As Col. John “Hannibal” Smith said – “Give me a minute, I’m good. Give me an hour, I’m great. Give me six months, I’m unbeatable.”
Well I only have three weeks, but it’s currently proven to be more than enough time to get my act together on this one. Another “B” themed party and I’m going with a different idea this time. No more trawling websites and driving from one end of the city to the other in search of a costume. Instead, I’ve acquired a number of common household items and a few crafty bits and pieces and I’m already one third of my way to what I expect will be quite an impressive costume.
I won’t give anything away right now, but I’m secretly bursting with excitement about finishing this little project off. So I must return to the lab, much like Tony Stark and/or Dr Frankenstein. To create a masterpiece that will inspire awe and fear to all who gaze upon its countenance! Well, I’m really hoping it will inspire laughter and fun but who knows what will happen?!
What about you? Do you enjoy costume parties? Do you have any favourite fancy-dress memories?