Although I have always wanted to be Batman, I have never dressed up as Batman for Halloween. As a kid, I always hated those cheap costumes that were nothing more than a garbage bag run through an inkjet. Plus my dad was pretty creative, so my costumes were usually home-made. As I got older, I chose not to be Batman for Halloween just because I did not want to do it unless I could do it right. (No offense to this guy – that takes balls. Doubly so for swapping out the utility belt for a purse.)
I recently went to a Batman party kinda-sorta dressed as Batman – I had black dress pants, black dress shirt, gold bow-tie, and a Batman mask. I would like to think I was a Gotham City Impostor and not just a poor showing for the real Batman. Here I am with some other folks at the party:
But that is about as far as I am willing to take things until I shape up. I was hoping things would work out this year, but I do not think I will be ready in time.
Oh, and I was actually really excited about going to this party because they advertised that there would be a Batwoman there. I even joked with some folks to remind me to bring a ring so I could propose to her. Sadly, Batman and Batwoman left the party early, so I never got a chance to take a picture with them, let alone propose.
Maybe this Halloween, I will try Bane. Comic-Bane, though, not movie-Bane. Technically, both break another Halloween costume rule I have held onto since college: costumes cannot impede hand or mouth functionality, because if I am costumed, I need to be inebriated. However, the comic-Bane mask can be partially worn, but the movie-Bane mask would need to be removed every time I wanted to drink, unless I put a hole into it. Also, I would not want to deal with the tan line.