This weekend I attended Guavaween for the first time ever. This is a drunken costume party at the area's party district, Ybor City. I've wanted to go for a while now, but for a variety of reasons, haven't. So Godfrey decided to escort me to the event. I threw together a last-minute costume for the affair. I took an "interesting" dress I made circa 1990 out of what looks like tie-dyed green taffeta, hot-glued cheap flowers all over it, and then the G Man painted me green.

Now, most women attend this event as a "naughty something" - naughty lady cop, naughty school girl, naughty nurse, naughty woman in a corset - you get the idea. So I was pleasantly surprised to get some genuine compliments on my little ensemble. I suppose not showing my cleavage was more attention-getting at a certain level. Not that I'm a prude, mind you, my Renaissance costumes usually feature a bit of decolletage (Godfrey, please feel free to fix the spelling on that, it's still before 6 AM as I write this). I observed that there were two classes of young ladies in revealing dress: those who were comfortable revealing lots of flesh, and those who weren't. As for the guys, i can't count how many gynecologist costumes or "free breast exam" outfits I saw. And I think they really believe someone's going to take them up on the offer, as we walked past one guy who was trying quite hard to convince a young lady to accept an exam. Oh, I saw a local celebrity of sorts-the guy who dresses like Peter Pan all the time. I also saw some boobies.

Pictures to follow, I can't seem to find them on Godfrey's computer at the moment. And, as mentioned before, it's still stupid early.

A guava is a tropical fruit, if you're wondering.