Well, just got back from the college dorm’s infamous Halloween party downstairs. Actually, Allie and I were pretty excited about it since I found out about it on Monday. Anyway, I was really psyched up and dressed up in my werewolf costume. I had that beautiful tail of mine—which went through some minor alterations after it got torn and all, but it was pretty good—the nose, and these latex eartips. OH, and of course my cool furry paws andwith claws and the big clawed feet! I was great. And I wore my dog chain from the pet store as a necklace like last year.
So, everyone thought I was great. Tim called my tail a skunk tail—to my slight disgust for my wolf’s sake—and warned me not to raise it.I hoped my alterations I made to it wasn’t too vermin-like. All I’d done is taken out some stuffing and tapered it a little more for a more natural look. But maybe it was too much? Oh, well. Tim also liked my feet. “Look at those big feet!” he said with amusement. Another kid commented on my “outfit” and then I put up my clawed hand to grab something off the table and I surprised him. “Oh, my God. I didn’t know your hand looked like that.” I’d had them resting on my lap under the table so that’s why he didn’t see them. It was crazy funny.
The girls I sat with were really boring and complained how they wanted to leave because they were bored. I thought they were boring. I was shaking with energy, so I got up and danced to some of the rap music. Surprisingly, everyone watching thought I was great, though I didn’t think so. I don’t think I have much rhythm. But nobody else was dancing so whatever. I mean, its hard dancing with those foot-long feet and having a tail that keeps swinging wildly with every move. I even went down on all fours and sprang up. Everyone cheered at that. It was totally neat. A little too unreal, like a silly fantasy I sometimes have of me as an anthropoamorphic wolf, or from my childhood dreams as Wolf Girl, the heroine. Heck, I guess I was, messy ponytail and jeans and all.
We had a doughnut-eating contest—powdered doughnubts to boot—and I barely got two bites of mine on the string but had fun anyway.
Then I danced again until the music skipped and I felt overheated, kind of dizzy, so I sat down.
The neatest part was the costume contest. Now, there weren’t many of us dressed up. So there was me, Allie, a cute, cool pirate, Ben as a cheerleader with boobs (another crazy), two guys with cardboard vending machine signs on their chests saying something about paying with coins and another girl dressed as an eighties something or other. So Ashley called out each of our names as we stood in a line, and the most cheers someone got was the winner. WE did it about three times, and I didn’t really care about winning but was surprised when I got a big cheer on the third time.I guess I was cute enough. I got a twenty dollar gift certificate for—yep—Didabos pizza. Kind of gross but we could use it for this Friday maybe, if anyone is up for it.
The other cool part for me was how being a werewolf gave me an excuse to tap into that long-neglected animal side of myself, my inner wolf. I haven’t had many shifts and I kind of did, letting out little howls here and there, licking my lips kind of canine-like, and even catching myself panting a little, rapidly moving my chest up and down. I wasn’t wholly aware of it for for a few seconds but nobody seemed too alarmed. I guess it made me all the more interesting. In short, I enjoyed myself.
We sang happy birthday t to Buzz and then some idiot—maybe it was Ben?—ran outside and next we know he’s throwing wet snow in the room at us. IT sprinkled my tail and I had a moment of disgusted paranoia all wrapped in one as I freaked out in thinking it was cake all over me. I didn’t want anything to happen to my tail. It’s hard to clean, being faux fur. Anyway, the bored girl sitting next to me, ironically enough, got snow down her shirt and everyone pretty much left all disgusted after that. It was about nine o’clock and we’d been going for about two hours. We’d had it’
Then I had the tedious, painful taskof removing my latex pieces. Not so much the removal but the scrubbing of the spirit gum, and I’d agitated my left ear badly while trying to put on the stupid eartip that wouldn’t go on straight for the tenth time till Allie had to come to my rescue and carefully place it on. The skin burned with the spirit gum remover so I ended up scrubbing it gently with a wash cloth and warm water, then I had to take a shower and get it out of my crazy hair! Never get spirit gum in your hair. It’s a mess! IT comes out, I found to my erlief, with water but jeez.
IT was a painful transformation before the party, with my wads of hair sticking to everything! I actually was groaning with frustration and whining and wincing in pain kind of like David Kessler from Werewolves of London when he’s first transforming. I felt like him.
Well, going to celebrate Halloween again Friday and dress up and have friends over. Not sure what we’ll do. Wish we could go out somewhere but we don’t know where. There’s only stupid bars around here and they’re not safe.
I’m beat. I had enough running around on all fours, jumping and all that.
