Jaimi and I dressed as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. I, as you may have expected, was Tinkerbell.
We went to a nice little party in Manhattan for most of the evening. There, we met smurfs, Marilyn Manson, a fat lady, and some guy who was dressed like a box of tissues - I think.
All in all, it was an unmitigated success. A beautiful, disastrous, dreamlike success. Jaimi looked good. I looked ridiculous - which, I'm pretty sure was the entire point. It's not as if I thought I'd actually make a realistic magic fairy. Besides, I left my pixie dust at home.
And still, when I walked the streets with Smurfette and Vanity Smurf (Greg and Dan) everyone knew my name.
"Oh my God! It's Tinkerbell!!"
"Hi Tink!!"
"That's disgusting!!"
"That guy has balls for dressing like that. But I sure as hell would never do it."
And so forth. Even without Peter Pan by my side, the costume still had some relevance in present day New York City.
My sense is that there's a little bit of Tinkerbell in all of us. We all wish we had magical powers and could fly. We wish we were so tiny as to go unnoticed during the morning commute. Furthermore, we wish we didn't have to work, and could instead flutter around and protect our androgenous friends.
So without further ado, here are a few pictures:
Peter Pan and Tinkerbell - completely life-size, mostly anatomically correct.
Me with my smurf friends. Brainy Smurf (not pictured) was the only one smart enough to operate the camera at this point.
Tink likes his beer. Vanity Smurf can be seen moving in on the photo-op, trying to steal Tink's thunder. Who is more beautiful?
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