Why, mosquitoes, of course!
The Undead Birthday Bash was in Orlando this past Saturday. My girl Molly and I carpooled, and also decided to buck the zombie trend and go as vampires. We're pretty BAMF, I know.
And the mosquitoes are relentless. And apparently love booze-soaked blood. I've got the bites to prove it.
I posted this pre-party picture on my Twitter.
Thanks to my theater days, I'm decent at making fake wounds. If I had petroleum jelly, I'd really have been able to make it realistic.
The party was amazing. Most people smeared costume makeup and fake blood on themselves, but there were a few who went balls to the walls. And there was a post-Resurrection Jesus.
I passed out early. I learned that when the alcohol you're drinking can be smelled by other party-goers 15 feet away, it'll knock your ass down without mercy. Cheap and mean, just how I like it.
I am also suprised that my liver hasn't revolted. As I'm sure you all are. Mhm.I've had a few e-mails from readers asking if the OOTDs are what I really wear. To answer the questions, yes, I do dress this way. I haven't taken any pictures of my work outfits, because I work in a wharehouse. I usually work in the office out front, but there are days where I'm in back, hauling, moving and stocking. Which, let's be honest, is dirty, sweaty and gross.
No one has to see that on here.
I like to put together outfits that would work in my ideal workplace. Only with, you know, longer hemlines. Sometimes.
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