there was a time, when i was young(er), that i thought i would make a fabulous Richard Simmons. DIY sequins on pink tank top, short neon shorts, awesome curly headed wig... turns out, I was a much better richard simmons that i could have imagined. so i hit the town (Austin texas, at the time) with every intention of 'getting into character'. now, i'm a straight man and hoped that i would be the toast of dance floors across the city- and if lucky, i'd end the night shedding sheets with a kinky southern belle. my costume spared no detail- well, one...I had no place to store my ID.
So, no bar would let me in. I tried a handful. I was quickly falling out of character, when I realized I was doing it all wrong. So, to Oilcan Harry's I went (that's the 'go to' gay bar in Austin). Well, needless to say, they loved my costume and showed no interest in finding out my true identity. I was in, and i had a blast. i was the toast of the dance floor. everything turned out perfectly, and at the end of the night I went home with a mastodon.
(I didn't really go home with a mastodon, i just had to throw that in there for some BOB cred)
So, no bar would let me in. I tried a handful. I was quickly falling out of character, when I realized I was doing it all wrong. So, to Oilcan Harry's I went (that's the 'go to' gay bar in Austin). Well, needless to say, they loved my costume and showed no interest in finding out my true identity. I was in, and i had a blast. i was the toast of the dance floor. everything turned out perfectly, and at the end of the night I went home with a mastodon.
(I didn't really go home with a mastodon, i just had to throw that in there for some BOB cred)