Just like a hairdo full of snakes. |
So, Abbie and I stood in the office (which was the home of my unfortunate aloe {no longer, as you can see}) and grossed ourselves out. This memory always links to another memory from the same night, and I'm guessing, around the same time. Also in the office were a set of paper Victorian Halloween masks (purchased at a very cool Spokane thrift store {which no longer exists because its roof collapsed during the winter storms of 2008} for 95 cents each), tucked into the plastic panes of the cupboard doors.
The backs read: No. 5 Mephistopheles and No. 6 Lady Mephisto |
Our friend, Luke came in and put on the Mephistopheles mask, and I have to admit that he looked pretty terrifying. It freaked me out. For a second or two, I thought maybe he was the Devil (OK, I know Mephistopheles isn't the Devil, at least, that's what my Goethe tells me) or rather a minor demon or imp. Looking at Luke in that mask...I probably almost lost my mind. The wine certainly didn't help.
I'm sure Abbie and I took a spin in the Lady Mephisto mask and drank our wine and squeezed the poor little aloe, but I don't remember that as vividly as I remember Luke strapping on the Mephistopheles mask and giving us a little smile. I wonder if Abbie ever thinks about this moment. I better get her an aloe vera plant as a reminder.
Oh, good God, no! Also, you can see my eyeballs. |
It just gets creepier and creepier. And has a blog post gone by where I don't use some form of the word creepy? |
I didn't want to end on a picture of me in a flannel shirt and that mask, hence the picture of another item tucked into my office cupboard doors. Oh, masks, you're so chilling!
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