Sidewalk Superheroes

Well hey, it’s about time I showed up again. I’ve been busy trying to figure out how to pull of the Mystery Costume perfectly, so that means a lot of time researching on the Internet, looking up patterns and figuring out how to take from them and modify to make my own patterns (because I never got a degree in Fashion & Design, just took the courses), and shopping around for bulk PVC. I think I have a source.

Anyway, after the worst month ever, February, it feels good to be getting back into the swing of things. Last Thursday and Friday Catwoman and I went out to the boulevard to work, and a lot happened in the relatively short time we were there.
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Today was my last day of work until after Christmas. I was actually planning on working Christmas Eve morning (confusing?), then heading straight over to my dad’s side of the family for our usual all night thing, but it’s going to rain all day, so neh. I’m really glad I made the cookies yesterday, then, ’cause otherwise no one would have had them before the holidays.

If you’ve been jonesing for some strangeness and felt the last couple entries have been lacking, let me welcome you back into the fold:

Naked Guy

So. I’ve tried Batgirl on my own for three days, and all three days she struck out. Maybe this weekend isn’t as good as everyone hyped it to be (which seems to be true all around), maybe I need to be more pushy, but the long and short of it is that women on the boulevard are kinda screwed when it comes to thinking up a good solo costume. Everything that’s come to mind relies on another character, and it’s just very slanted against us. Argh. So, until Catwoman comes back and we can tag team it, I’m going back to shivering in the cold as Padmé and working with Vader and Storm Trooper.
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Today sucked a bit less than yesterday, which was good. After about fifteen minutes on the boulevard today I wanted to go back home crying, but I’m sure a big part of it is because I’m really introverted and shy and groups of catty sluts like to gang up on me when I’m alone. (“How can you be introverted with a mouth like that?” you may ask, to which my answer is, “Words are my defense.”)

Before I launch into today’s craziness, let’s take a moment to relax and enjoy the random bits of beauty in Hollywood:

Hollywood & Vine

And now we’re caught up. Today was my first day of work since Sunday, when Davy snapped and got all obsessed. Now Catwoman is back east for the holidays, and I work alone. :/ Well, there are other people around, but trust me, you feel a lot safer when you have one person always watching your back.

Today was also the first time I tried out my new Batgirl costume. It came in the mail Tuesday, and it took me two days of sewing to make it wearable. Here’s the mask, before I made it better:
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First off, let me just say that my partner in crime, Catwoman By Day, is finally here! Now I can give her a name and quit calling her my partner, ’cause that sounds a little more intimate than we really are. Anyway, fast forward to the weekend after my last story. We hadn’t seen each other during the week because we had other things to do, but Catwoman and I talk all the time through email. It’s like a non-committal chat for us. Anyway, we’d sent pictures back and forth of the costumes as they came in — in her case, piece by piece — and we were really feeling it. This weekend would be good.

I showed up at her place early with a t-shirt and jeans pulled over the costume, because it’s pretty revealing and it was a cold morning. Besides, no free shows to the truckers on the freeway. From there we carpool over to Hollywood & Highland (H&H), because we’re poor and cheap and it’s better to split parking. The regulars recognize us right away, which is nice, and promise we’ll do loads better with these new costumes. And we do! I’m still lagging a bit, because a lot of people don’t recognize me as Star Wars or think I’m Leia. Plus, Catwoman can work with Batman, which the tourists love. And the Japanese businessmen are obviously turned on by the bondage aspect of her costume and the whip, so they want her by herself, even though I’m in a torn shirt and wielding a gun. Perverts. (more…)