As predicted, I started off a little self-conscious about my costume at the party we attended on Saturday night. Fortunately that didn’t last long. The first guy to ask me about my costume asked if I was Sexy Abe Lincoln — nope, Babe-raham! — but that was the only time that happened. “You’re not Abe Lincoln, you’re Babe Lincoln!” a guy by the cakewalk exclaimed. Yesss! But the best reaction by far was when Freddy Krueger approached me and, without a word, held up his smartphone, which was playing the appropriate soundbite from Wayne’s World. (Bonus: I am now aware of the excellent Wayne’s World Soundboard app!)
(I should also acknowledge Jon’s homemade-with-love potato sack costume. Being Idaho-grown himself, it was only appropriate. And it cost just $11 to make! Many thanks to my mama for sewing up the sides on her sewing machine.)
The bartenders and lots of other folks got it too. (One super drunk dude called me Boobieham Lincoln — close, but not quite?) It was pretty fun having a costume that compelled people to talk to me about it. At some point while I was in the bathroom line, Jon was talking to some other revelers who identified him as being with Babe-raham Lincoln. I was costume famous! Not only that — by the end of the evening I hardly even knew I was wearing a beard anymore.