Halloween

At Ida & David’s rather fabulous Halloween party on Saturday, my favourite costumes included the Statue of Liberty, The Chinese Teacher From Hell (with the most hilariously appropriate spectacles you could imagine), and every man dressed in drag (there were several).

I have a certain bias in what impresses me in Halloween costumes. Much like my disappointment at anyone attending a Bad Taste party who doesn’t make a good-faith attempt to render themselves as outrageously fugly as they can manage, I’m not drawn to Halloween costumes where it’s obvious that the wearer still wants to look hot. As Lindsay Lohan’s character so sagely observed in Mean Girls, “In the regular world, Halloween is when children dress up in costumes and beg for candy. In Girl World, Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.”

So my distaste for that general state of affairs is one of the reasons Alec and me went like this.

(For the benefit of non-Singaporean readers, the costumes are loosely based on two particular sorts of characters in Singaporean society that most Singaporeans would quite readily recognize, an “auntie” and “uncle“. It’s sort of impossible to distill the essence of auntiedom and uncledom into words, but I suppose their defining characteristics would be that they are middle-aged or older, decidedly unhip and unsophisticated, but generally good people who one addresses as “auntie” or “uncle” out of respect that they’ve had more life experience than you. Having said that, these particular depictions aren’t exact archetypes either. My auntie is more dressed up than usual, she’s put on her fancy clothes for the party. Alec’s uncle, on the other hand, has come straight from the neighbourhood coffeeshops without bothering to change.)

The second reason we chose those costumes was pure laziness. All that was required to put the costumes together was for me to walk downstairs and say “Hi parents, Alec and me are an uncle and auntie for Halloween. Can we borrow some clothes?”

My parents took it pretty well. My mum found some awful jewellery (all gifts, she swears) to wear with the leopard print blouse I pulled jubilantly from her wardrobe. My dad surfaced from the depths of his afternoon nap as I was rummaging through his clothes for a singlet to mumble “You want a torn one? Look deeper inside, sure got” and “Think they might be a bit small for him. But actually, like that will be better.”

So anyway, those were our costumes and I’m glad people seemed to like them. Apart from the fun of people wearing costumes, the party also included the fun of people removing their costumes. During the night an epidemic of male stripping somehow took hold and we ended up with almost every male in the place dancing shirtless in the living room, except, of course, some of the ones in drag – since that would clearly have been conduct unbecoming of a lady.

At some point a guy dressed as a French maid burst into the room where I was chatting with some people, pulling Alec along by the hand. “Honey,” he gushed to me, “your man is SO HOT! Omigod, and so are you!” Neither Alec nor I get compliments like this very often (assuming you ignore the attention Alec receives from the local prostitutes), and usually when we do the compliments are from people who could most kindly be described as…unfussy. But this guy had great hair and makeup and his dress fit him like a glove, so we were very flattered.

I shall take my leave with an anecdote from which it is hard to continue. At some point during the night I started chatting with a group of people I didn’t know, asking about their costumes and so on. One girl was a Raggedy Ann doll, another was The Chinese Teacher From Hell, the third was a cat and the fourth a Roman whore. Last was an Indian guy, wearing what looked like brown sackcloth underneath some white drapey cloth. I asked him what he was; he said to guess.

“Gandhi?” I ventured.

“Caesar,” he answered coldly, whereupon I excused myself quickly.

Singaporean Sometimes
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18 Comments

  3. Ha!!

    Can I just say that I absolutely enjoy your blog? I stumbled across it a couple of days ago and your anecdotes just crack me up. Extremely well-written!

    Good luck with the wedding – we’ve had ours last year, and had problems not unsimilar to yours (he’s from Ireland, the North end, and I from sunny Singapura), and we chose Thailand as a perfect venue for a beach wedding.

  4. “your man is SO HOT! ”
    Well I’m so NOT in that photo.

    It upsets me that, using only a yellowed vest, I can morph so convincingly into an uncle. It takes Clark Kent more bloody time and trouble to turn into Superman.

  6. Thank you Michelle for making a fool of myself in a public space by breaking out into laughter whilst by myself. :)

    (Email count down to 50, yours will be actioned–I hope.)

  7. Chochosan: I’m glad my various public humiliations amuse you! Your beach wedding in Thailand must have been absolutely beautiful, and a nice treat for them pasty Irish skins too. :P

    Kelly: Sorry about the delay in the comment appearing, it seems to have activated my spam filter, perhaps due to the links. But damn, what excellent links! I particularly love how the serpent is biting down on her head.

    Russ: Hee, I’ve done that to you a few times by now. Never deliberately.

  9. Here’s another way you could have tried to distinguish the 2 sans laurel wreath…

    I would have half expected Ghandi to be footwear-less (“if i drop my left slipper, i shd throw my right slipper too so someone else can have a complete pair of slippers”) and Ceaser to at least be wearing bits of straw on his feet.

    But I should caveat and say that if this took place in a place where it would have been politically incorrect to wear your shoes into the place — no matter how smashing or expensive they were (such as a house) — then I guess it would be quite difficult to tell.

  13. Last time I checked the url says ‘syntaxfree’ not ‘Am I Hot or Not?’.
    Honest to God, I can’t believe I’m getting this sort of smart arse comment from Benny. A few months in the gym, some suspicious protein snacks and now he’s bulked up enough to think he can take pot shots at my inflated diaphragm. I like to breath deeply is all.
    I remember a time not so long ago Benny when your body could cause a high pitched whistling noise on windy days.

  14. You’s just jealous, is all. I would respond with a little bit more but three quarters of a dozen naked supermodels are waiting for me in the hot tub as I type this. In fact two of them are dragging me away righ

  17. As hot couples go I actually prefer David Bowie and Iman as I think they’re individually and collectively much hotter than Seal and Heidi. But still, those pictures definitely endeared Seal and Heidi to me.

    Benny, LOL!

    Nami: It wasn’t a very intuitive costume. She wore some white robey things, but then also a black tube top under them. When explaining the costume to you she’d then offer (jokingly) to pull up the top and flash you. I reckon it was far more modest than the decadence of Rome would have allowed, but then again she did have to walk to and from the party through Joo Chiat.

  18. It was a very constructive meeting too, if I may add. Will pass you a copy of the budget analysis as soon as I’m done looking through the audited P/L statement. Don’t forget our power lunch on Wednesday.

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