I wore my Ghostbusters outfit in the end. I like any excuse, and it was the safe choice.
But I almost wore something else. The night before, at band practice, Kimzey offered an idea so weird, so perfectly unexpected, that I said I’d do it. And I clearly got close:
The problem with Carmen MiranDan was twofold. One, I didn’t want people at work to think that my flamboyant rainbow drag outfit was in some way a slight at their gender preferences. Two, the top really brought out the man boobs.
Maybe next year.