I took some more pictures after getting into the full getup (nailpolish and hairspray in addition to everything else) Saturday night:


"Call me Raven. NO, I said, 'call me Raven.' Don't make me hurt you."



"I smell something. It smells like....bourgeoisie."

I guess the costume was pretty effective as I had people who had just met me at the party saying things like "So....you were a Goth in high school?" (I wasn't; Goths didn't even exist at my high school. There was one guy who claimed to be a Zen Buddhist and who shaved his eyebrows, but he wasn't really Goth. And one of my friends went through a phase of dressing all in black but she was more a neo-Beatnik than a Goth.).

I was also the only Goth there, which I was pretty proud of. My "best" friend in the group went as NerdGurl - she had a very bad black femullet wig, an ill-fitting red lace dress (with handkercheif tucked in the breast), white anklets, and white shoes. And really huge glasses. There was also a couple who went as what could best be described as "tacky." There was a sort-of Napoleon Dynamite and .... was his date's name Lisa? Aagh. I forget. And the host and hostess were pimped-up guy and ho-dressed woman. But most people dressed more or less normally, or as normally as people in their 30s can be while wearing prom regalia.

I did not stay in character all evening other than to get off a few remarks here and there; it was not the sort of party where one stayed "in character."