The Cherest Halloween Ever - Page 2

As the day progressed, I went from happy bee to bitchy bee. It seems that, as someone wearing a bee costume, I am not, in fact, aware that I have stepped out of the house dressed in toe to antennae black and yellow. "You're a bee!"
"Bzzzzz..." "You got some honey?" "Don't sting me, I'm allergic." I'm not really sure why people feel the need to point out the obvious and make comments. I suppose that yes, I am inviting said comments, but no one ever says to Cher: "You're a fabulous Hindu Goddess" "You're a circus master"
"You're wearing a giant mohawk" "I can see your left nipple."

Pre-Cher, I had a party to go to that was totally unrelated to Cher. I was really impressed with the creativity and slickly put together costumes. It's been a while since I'd gone to a Halloween party, and it was really encouraging to see so many people putting an effort into the spirit of the evening.

I was nervous going to the show because I was on my own, and I didn't know what to expect. When I got there, there was an interesting mix of drag queens and assorted costumes, and then there were the groups of women my mom's age who had come to see Cher wearing their best cotton Halloween cardigans (complete with embroidered pumpkins). I suppose I'm be(e)ing a snob. If that's all the spirit you have, well, I guess that should be celebrated too. Not everyone can get away with six inch stilletto boots, fishnets and a thong body suit. Of course, I only wished my legs looked as good as that guy's.

Sister Sledge got everybody warmed up and out of their seats, but brought the mood down when they closed their set on a slow hymn to Jesus. Not really a choice I would have expected at this particular concert.

Thelma Houston brought the house back to their feet with incredible power and charisma. That woman can sing! She left us that way until all six of the original Village People came on stage and got the crowd into the gay ol' spirit of the evening. Four crotch grabbing, gyrating and muscle flexing songs later, they got to "YMCA" and if you've never been in a stadium full of people doing synchronized arm gestures, you haven't really lived.

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