Saturday night, I went to a post-Halloween costume party, and since I didn’t feel like rocking the Jimi Hendrix costume once again, I decided to use my Black McGuyver resoursefulness and come up with a costume on the fly. The result: John BLACKenroe, Tennis Superstar!
I found a racket in the closet along with a pair of young-ass shorts, then thought to myself “I’ll probably be the only person at the party with balls enough, literally and figuratively, to walk around in a pair of nut hugger shorts with a tennis racket in hand.” Guess what: I was right! I ended up getting an honorable mention medal for my costume, as you can see in this photo where I am surrounded by a white Lil’ Wayne and a Dora the Explorer that looks like she could kick my ass.
I also had an alias for my character, which was “Arthur ASH”, since my knees and elbows had to get an emergency lotion infusion early into the night. I honestly don’t know how people actually played sports in shorts like these. I guess your “stuff” has nowhere to go while you’re running up and down the tennis court. That’s the only benefit I can possibly think of: the peace of mind which comes from knowing that your balls won’t get knocked around.
You actually got a medal for that costume? Everyone else must have been slummin. lol Did you even comb your fro for the occasion?
Very creative, I like.
Only YOU could get away with that. LOL!
What a brave creative stuntman you are.LOL