I only took a couple of pictures at Guavaween over the weekend, so I will upload them soon -- tonight, maybe.
But I wanted to post the enduring images of the night:
The Shy Madman
The Shy Madman -- dressed in a spotted white coveral and streaks of bloody red facepaint -- was sitting at the table next to us at the Greek restaurant in the middle of the street fest. He had two other people dining with him, a nice devil couple. But he was more interested in the Good Witch Waitress. He sort of flirted, and when she made a disparaghin joke about a (real) cop, he picked up his chair and took a couple of running steps down the street, as if he would chair bash the cop.
Shy Madman Flirting, you see. He's too shy to compliment her beyond a certain point ("I like yer costume."), but acting out being a mad attack dog for her needs is do-able.
I am fairly certain the Shy Madman did not get the Good Witch Waitress' phone number or email.
Unending Lines of Rainbow Brites
For some reason, there were lots of Rainbow Brites out Saturday night. Rie, who was with me, had thought about coming as Rainbow Brite herself.
"It's a costume that only appeals to women between the ages of 25 and 30," she said.
I believe we counted 8 of them, but the only one that stands out was the Rainbow Brite who had painted on a fake cheek bruise, a bloody lip, and a single trickle of blood from her nose. That's right: Domestic Abuse Rainbow Brite.
"Fake Cop or Real Cop?" / "Fake Cop."
For some reason, there were lots of fake cops out. Maybe to fake arrest all the fake pimps. It got to the point where every time we saw a fake cop, I would ask Rie, the former cops reporter, "Fake cop or real cop?" And she would answer instantly, "Fake cop."
This amused me, because I am easily amused.
Real Cop, Fake Gun
The funniest encounter was watching a Real Cop drag a Fake Miami Vice Don Johnson Cop down the street, while inspecting Fake Miami Vice Don Johnson's Fake Automatic Pistol. Fake Miami Vice Don Johnson was pleading his case and hoping to get his Fake Pistol back, and the Real COp was clearly not having any of it.
And that was Guavaween.