RIGHT!!!
Well…
…As DEPECHE MODE Once Sang…
“Let Me Take You On A Trip…
…Around The World And Back…
…And You Won’t Have To Move…
…You Just Sit Still…“
…And Let Us Take A Flying Leap Together…
…Together Into Time And And Space Past.
Let Us Take A Trip Back To A Point In Our Lives Called…
…
…HALLOWEEN…
…1998…
…At FORT MEADE.
Now, I Know What You’re Thinking, My Peeps.
You’re Thinking…
“That’s Not Around The World… …That’s Maryland.“
…And For That, You’d Be Correct.
I Simply Didn’t Have The Time…
…Nor The Funds…
…Nor The Patience To Honestly Fly Y’all Anywhere.
My Bad, I Know.
😉
ANYWAY…
…HALLOWEEN…
…1998…
…My FIRST HALLOWEEN In The NAVY.
Are You There, My Peeps?
Are You Waiting-Up For Me?!
GREAT!!
You Know I’m Doing The Same For Y’all, Right?!
RIGHT!!
🙂 🙂
Alright…
…So I Should Have Know That It (HALLOWEEN 1998) Was Going To Be A Looong…
…A Looong Baaad Day.
Period.
I Should Have Known From The Very Moment I Made Mention Of My Halloween Costume, That Day.
It Was A Last-Minute-Thing, Ya Know?!
So Don’t Laugh At Me.
Seriously.
No Laughing.
I Went To My First REAL Halloween Party…
…Dressed As…
…
…”DR. STRANGELOVE“.
No…
…That Is NOT A Typo…
…And YES…
…YES You Read That Right.
For Halloween, 1998, I Went As “DR. STRANGELOVE“.
It Wouldn’t Have Been So Bad…
…Might Have Even Been Fun…
…Ya Know…
…Had Anyone Actually Known Who That Was.
One Other Guy Knew.
That’s It.
Just One.
And He Was My Roommate At The Time.
He Only Knew Because I Straight-Up Told Him.
He Didn’t Laugh.
Didn’t Even Titter A Bit.
He Just Went Right Into Explaining HIS Costume.
He Was Dressed In His Navy-Issue Black Uniform Pants…
…His Navy-Issue Black Sweater…
…His Navy-Issue Watch-Cap (aka a sock-hat)…
…His Navy-Issue Boondockers (aka black utility-boots)…
…And He Was Beginning To Blacken-Up His Face With Shoe-Polish.
The Only Person In The Barracks Whom Could Rival ME As The Whitest-Man-ALIVE…
…And He Was Blackening-Out His Entire Face In Black Shoe-Polish.
“What The Hell Are You Doing, Dude?!“
…I Would Ask.
To Which He Would Respond…
…“Dude, This Is Gonna Be EPIC! Just You Wait And See!“
And So…
…I Waited.
Patiently, Yet Impatiently, I Waited.
Once He’d Finished…
…He Turned To Me.
I Couldn’t Decided If He Were A Burglar…
…Or A Ninja.
“Okay, Dude. What Do Ya Think?!“
…He Asked…
…With His Eyes All Alight With Fun, Hope, Possibility, Excitement.
I Replied…
“You Look Fine, Man. So Which Are You, A Burglar OR A Ninja?!“
???
Sounds Like A Reasonable Question To Ask, Right?!
That’s What I Was Thinking.
BUT…
…No One Could Have Prepared Me For The Eventual Answer.
“Neither One, Dude. Can’t You Tell?! I’m Going As “JOHNNIE COCHRAN”!!!“
:O
Seriously, My Peeps.
“HA HA HA, Very Funny, Dude. No, But Really, Are You A Burglar OR A Ninja?!“
“I Told You, Neither One, Dude, I’m Tellin’ Ya, I’m Going As “JOHNNIE COCHRAN”!!!“
I Sincerely Couldn’t Help Myself.
I Was In Shock.
Mortified.
I Was Always Up For A Good Joke, But He Wasn’t Joking.
He Was Dead-Pan-Serious, Actually.
Had I Not Been There…
…My Friend…
…One Of The Whitest People I’ve Ever Encountered…
…Would Have Honestly Gone To A Navy Halloween Party Dressed-Up As OJ’s Black Defense Lawyer, “JOHNNIE COCHRAN”!!!
O. M. F. G.
!!!
So What Does One Say To That Other Than…
“DUDE!! Have You Just Totally Lost Your Goddamn’ Mind!?!?“
He Had Hadn’t A Clue.
He Didn’t Know What He Was Doing Would Likely Have Totally Offended Any AND Everyone.
To Him…
…It Was A Joke…
…But Not Just A Joke Between Friends…
…But As A Joke For EVERYONE To Relish In.
“What Dude? This Is Gonna Be SWEET! I’m Gonna Be “JOHNNIE COCHRAN”!!!“
“NO, Dude, NO YOU’RE NOT!!! You’re Either A Burglar OR A Ninja! You Are NOT Going To This Party, Nor Any Other Party, Dressed Like That, Saying What You’re Saying. PERIOD!“
He Seemed Surprised At My Sharpness.
“Dude, I’m Not Getting My Ass Kicked Just Because You, My Friend, A Very VERY White-Dude, Decided To Go To A Party In Black-Face Saying “I’m JOHNNIE COCHRAN” It’s Just NOT Happening!“
In The End…
…He Relented.
He Went To The Party As A Burglar.
And He Wasn’t Happy About It.
I…
…On The Other Hand…
…Stuck With My Original Plan.
I Went To The Party As “DR. STRANGELOVE“…
…And Ended-Up Fielding Questions Alll-Niiight-Looong.
“Who Are You? “DR. STRANGEGLOVE”??? Who’s “DR. STRANGEGLOVE”???“
“No No No, “StrangeLOVE” Not “StrangeGLOVE”.“
“Oh, Okay. So He’s Strange, But Wears A Glove. “STRANGEGLOVE” I Got It.“
“NO… “LOVE” NOT “GLOVE” It’s “LOVE” I’m “DR. STRANGELOVE”!!!“
I Eventually Gave-Up On Trying To Make Everyone Get Who I Was.
I Exited The Navy Barracks…
…And Went Across The Courtyard To The Air-Force Barracks.
Sadly…
…They Didn’t Get Who I Was, Either.
😦
Oh Well, Right?!
RIGHT!!!
😉
Please Enjoy Your Halloween, My Peeps.
I’m Gonna Do My Best With What I’ve Got.
I Think I Smell A Scary-Movie-Maraton About To Take The Field.
Sound Good To Y’all?!
NICE!!!
Sounds Good To Me, Also!!!
😀 😀 😀
🙂 🙂
😉
"You Jivin' Me, Turkey?" 
Man, you did your friend a serious favor there. And probably yourself as well, seeing that you were hanging out with him.
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Oh I Know, Right! That Dude Was Just Screaming For An Ass-Whippin’!
Sheesh.
Sheesh, Indeed.
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For some reason your friend reminds me of a girlfriend I used to have who would flip off other drivers while I was driving. Now, I do that sometimes, but she would do it without first determining that I was bigger than the guy being flipped off. That’s crazy!
Dr. Strangelove is an awesome costume. But now that I think about it, if we’re getting upset about racial caricatures….
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Yeah. And I Was Using A Wheely Desk-Chair As My Wheelchair. And I Had To Have The Roomie Push Me Around With It, Because There Were No Actual Bigger-Wheels To Grip So I Could Go Myself.
Guess One Could Say What I Was Doing Was Almost As Bad, Eh!?! hahaha
Thanks, RK. I Needed To Feel MORE Awkward About This Experience 😉 hehehe
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