Per the recommendation of Sleepless, I checked out Gypsy – 1962 version – from the library. I had been watching it for about an hour when Tree came upstairs and joined me. Two hours into the movie and they still weren’t to the burlesque days of Gypsy’s life. “I can’t believe how long this movie is,” I told Tree. “I’ve got to get stuff done, namely, pick an outfit for tonight, so I really need the pace to pick up.” “I know, right?” Tree consoled me. “No violence, nothing exploding, no nudity. How do they expect to keep our attention?”
I decided to grab the costume boxes so we could select our outfits for the evening while waiting for Gypsy’s big break. As I set down the boxes, Tree was ecstatic, “This is great! You know I’m going to be borrowing this stuff, often.” “Yes, I know,” I told him and added, “I can’t believe it’s taken you so long to get into my box.” Gypsy was continuing to play in the background and we were loving some of the lines/lyrics. “Gangway, world, get off of my runway!” “If you want an ulcer Momma, get one of your own. You can’t have mine.” “If you want to bump it, bump it with a trumpet.” Sleepless was right in suggesting this film – Gypsy was clearly a girl with a soul like mine.
Since the theme of the evening was School Night, Tree and I picked a couple of really great school girl outfits. Luckily, I have the SPICE GIRLS hair play kit, so Tree was able to compliment his plaid skirt and white dress shirt with Baby Spice ponytails. I opted for some thigh high tube socks, a pair of old school, nylon, Spalding shorts, and a tank tube with a bobcat picture pinned to the center. We were going to own the runway and the mic.
Upon arriving at the bar we found Passed The Sniff Test at our table. Like a magician’s sleeve, something very special lie beneath his t-shirt and cargo shorts – a gold wrestler’s unitard. KJ was donning a nylon track suit and Giddy Up was decked out in all black, lipstick included. “Every school needs a goth girl,” she said while smiling and posing for a picture. “Oops, goths aren’t supposed to smile. Sorry about that.”
The only other people in the bar, besides the five of us in costume and Tree’s mom, were two men who had been seated at the bar since we first arrived. All of our other friends, several who had specifically requested this themed evening, were truant. Tree was assessing the patron situation and asked, “What do you think those boys think of school girls?” “I think they’re not supposed to be within 500 yards of school girls,” Passed The Sniff Test quipped. And on that note, Tree and I took our spot on the ‘runway’ and sang Raise Your Glass, while sashaying our school girl ass.