Best Week Ever 8: Afro wigs, Miss Ketchup, and the jealous husband

This week? Well, we are at the tail-end of fall.

There are more leaves on the ground than on the trees.

Minneapolis got occasional, non-sticking snow flakes, and frost.

And then there was Halloween. The festivities were tempered by long hours at the office. The amount of assignments due for school on Tuesdays makes it hard to get to the office at the beginning of the week, so my workweek is back-loaded.

My costume was mostly from Express, and really just an excuse to buy tacky neon sweaters and shirts.

On Saturday I went to the Townhouse with Chinny. The hostess, Shamika Dupri, dragged me on stage and made me sing “show me love” with her. It was hilarious.
I was approached by a guy shortly after I arrived. He, Chinny, and I chatted briefly a few times throughout the night, but he mostly stayed with his group of friends.

One of the guy’s friends followed me into the restroom and blocked me when I tried to leave.

Hyphy: “You! Just so you know: that guy you’ve been talking to several times tonight IS MY HUS-BAND.”
Me: “…oh, …okay. I had no idea.”
Hyphy: “WELL NOW YOU KNOW! I just wanted to let you know that you were talking to MY HUS-BAND! We are married.”
Me: “…um, well it was just completely friendly small talk…”
Hyphy: “JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW!”
Me: “Uh, okay, thanks for letting me know.”

He caught me off guard. The husband did the Maury-style finger wave and headshake, so I knew there was no point in talking to him.
I got the stank eye for the rest of the night. Eek.

On Sunday Night I went to the Gay 90’s with Naomi and Kristin. Alesus was there too, and it was nice to see him again.

The Gay 90’s was packed. We waited almost 30 minutes to get into the club, and the entire place was so congested that it felt like a giant mosh pit.

The costumes were insane. Sloppy underwear was the most popular costume, and the runner-ups were  Antoine Dodson and Reno 911 cop.

The most bizarre thing that happened was when I was interviewed by a woman dressed like a ketchup bottle. She had a little ketchup-bottle hat and a silver microphone.
Miss Ketchup kept screaming “WHAT DO YOU NEED ME TO CATCH YOU UP ON?!”  I informed her that she was messing with my diabetes. Kristin was terribly confused.
We danced, watched the drag shows, and waited in long, long lines. Kristin had a slight problem with creepy guys coming up and dancing with her. Naomi kept laughing at this messy Cleopatra-lookalike, and apparently I have the unique ability to attract creepy masked figures. And plumbers. I don’t ask questions…

We also ran into a huge pile of horseshit outside of the club. Bar-close in Minneapolis is awful because all of the clubs close around the same time and there are very few eating establishments. So you have all of these belligerently drunk people pouring in the street at once. The mounted-police are for crowd control purposes, but they end up caking the sidewalk in massive hills of shit…which, if you’re not paying attention…

Naomi was nice enough to drop Kristin and I off at my car (parked by Jetset), and we managed to escape downtown just as the drama (fights, road blockades, arrests) started. It was a hilarious night to end a good week. Great success.