This ain’t no make believe costume because frankly, I’m awesome at the street hockey – especially with teammates like these city-changing weirdos. I supplied the jerseys, and plenty of assists… Not to mention that shoot out forehead / backhand / forehand top shelf goal #evidence
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Previous Dave would often do storytimes to crowds of people at conferences and meet ups of various kinds, but these were no PowerPoint, bulleted list, khaki pants and check shirt pablum… Nope, my talks included costume changes – ranging from truck driver to smoking jackets with a pocket for Henry David Thoreau. Tractor vests and fancy ropes… Have you seen a theme developed since I was a wee little gaffer?
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Though not as commercially successful as the Backstreet Boys, new kids on the block or N sync, this “man band” was more comparable to Japanese pop legends SMAP! Though they considered themselves more of a “art collective with music being their most accessible medium”… If you’re fortunate, you can find the vinyl of their splendid danceable recordings at dusty hidden record shops somewhere in the Mission or Bowery. The three bandmates continued on with their artistic pursuits focussing on photography, painting and writing respectively from left to right. The occasionally-rumoured reunion shows were always thwarted by the impossible-to-fufill ticket demands from middle-aged divorcés
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Clearly purchased as a mass produced “make your own hippie” costume in a bag, these lads take all the boxes for tie-dye, plenty of hair, wood badge beads, floppy hat, goofy sunglasses and cut off shorts. Note: Roto-tom drums available separately
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This handmade kimono waited in an old-timey suitcase for a decade or two before finally finding its purpose has one of three jackets used to conduct a wedding ceremony for the dapper gent on the right and his stunning lady who you’ve seen on the news. Unbeknownst to the bride or the groom, and most importantly the hyperactive wedding planner, the venerable master of ceremonies conducted the proceedings in two languages and three different jackets to coordinate with the brides three dresses. It’s the nuance that counts.
Note: I know what you’re thinking, but no, I’m retired from wedding officiating duties. Plus, would be hard to top that one with the 13 course dinner which I barely touched a drop of due to trying to remember how to say confusing shit in Japanese (let alone English) and a significant desire to not offend the grooms’s visiting family from Japan. This was moderately successfully completed. Then I drank all the Sapporos at the bar
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