First of all, my Baby Doll and I dressed as Mexican wrestlers, and I have to say that I was resplendent in my red tights, although I was initially very concerned when her first thought when I put on my tights was "You should have shaved your legs." That being said, all went well until it was judging time for the costume contest.
To begin with, all through the night everyone was loving out costumes, and as I went around people were all goofing around with me and fake wrestling and all that jazz. Cool, right? I thought I was a shoo in for the whole thing, as I was getting a lot of attention from all sorts of people. There were of course some girls who had tight and skimpy kinds of costumes on that were garnering some attention but that is to be expected. I really thought things were going to go well.
So it is costume time, and they announce that they are going to have separate contests for the kids and the adults, so now I am feeling especially confident. Way especially confident, because last year that is what got us - they combined the contests and we got beat out by a five-year-old in a ladybug outfit. So once I heard there were separate contests I thought we were golden to win top prize.
|We got beat by this guy.|
And that was it. I was stunned. First place went to a guy dressed as Groucho Marx, and I can't say I really have a problem with it. He might not have had the most elaborate costume, but he was a fan favorite and he really knew how to work the crowd and ham it up. He was a showman, and that is half the battle. So he won, and that was cool. Third place went to the woman who was the featured speaker of the night, so I suppose that I am not surprised. There is a certain obligation to reward the girl who had some so far to be the special guest. So fine. But the second place guy sort of made me mad.
|And this guy. Here he shows off his prize-winning form to his grandma.|