Looking not so good in the neighborhood
Issue #33
Readers and staffers let their skeletons out of the closet on their most embarrassing Halloween costumes
By Carlye Wisel
Published: September 1st, 2007 | 12:00am
Oops, I did it again
Two Halloweens ago, I dressed as “Preggers Britney Spears,” complete with a papier mâché belly that I’d made. I ended up crashing a party — literally. I slipped, fell down a flight of stairs, bit through my lip and bled everywhere. Lucikly, my belly broke my fall, but I spent the next two weeks with a bottom lip the size of Wisconsin. — Denise Gibson, Venus Zine art director
Get the led out
I spent hours working on what I thought was a cute costume — a No. 2 pencil. I drove to a very cool party, put it on, and walked up to the door. It was too tall to fit through the doorway, so I had to remove it to enter. Of course, the house had lots of doorways, so I had no choice but to station myself in the main room and never leave. Someone asked why I wasn’t in the kitchen, and I had to say, “Sorry, I don’t fit.” — Kat Fitzgerald, Venus Zine reader, Chicago
Hit me with your best shot
When I was 12, I went trick-or-treating with friends as Pat Benatar. Of course, I knew my conservative neighbors wouldn’t know who I was. This became obvious as one woman asked about my costume, and before I could think it through, I blurted out, “I’m a hooker.” — Jennifer Boisvert, Venus Zine reader, Chicago
Can you LEND a hand?
When the Addams Family movie came out, I was “Thing,” the severed hand, and was intensely proud of it. I wore a large cardboard box with suspenders to hold it up, and used fabric to craft a giant hand. Each finger was stuffed with cotton around stretched-out wire hanger, a hole was cut in [the] middle of the palm for my head, and I drew knuckles and nails in marker. Underneath this glorious creation, I wore — what else — a sweat suit that matched the color of the hand, but that Halloween in Indiana was particular warm, so after the third house, I was wearing only the sweat suit and carrying my costume by the suspenders. — Lauren Lehman, Venus Zine’s assistant to the publisher
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