Variety is the spice of life. A phrase used all too often by parents and grandparents, normally when something doesn’t go quite right. ‘Ah well, you didn’t get the girl and you ended up with a bruised knee, eye and chin AND a rash on your ass BUT… you know, variety is the spice of life!!!’
(Old people always talk with multiple exclamations, especially in emails…)
What the phrase really means is that doing things differently is the key to keeping life interesting. Don’t always drive the same route to work. Don’t always buy the same food while shopping. Watch a new TV show, read a new genre of book — whatever, just mix things up. There is more than one way to skin a cat — a really damn morbid phrase from the 1800s (I guess when tanning was all the rage — but did people really wear cat fur?) — but it’s true!
And with that mention of furry animals, I have the perfect segue: my love of dressing up. Last month, The Pirate Special. This month: The Animal Special. ‘Animal’ is a loose classification. Let’s call it ‘non-human dress-up’. I should also warn you that in the following photos I am actually depicted as a furry, a race of dorks despised by every other kind of cosplayer and convention-goer out there.
Without further ado, to start off gently, we have my friend and I dressed up (ish) as mice in Cinderella:
It was a bit of a rush job, thus the white pieces of cloth being the only actual part of our costume. But we looked funny amongst the kids, trust me. And we were meant to have a very simple costume, it was part of the plot (don’t question amateur dramatics, really…) Later in the show I realistically transformed into a horse for Cinderella’s carriage — amazing what you can do with a quick fade-to-black, cardboard cut-out and glitter.
On the back of my fantastic mice acting I was asked if I’d like to be in the next show: Peter Pan. By this stage, I’d already been Nana the Dog so I asked if I could be Tinker Bell. There was an uncomfortable pause.
‘Um… sure… but we’ll have to butch you up a little. We’re not sure if a guy playing a lithe, ballet-dancing fairy is really… you know, part of the show. But for you, Seb, we’ll make an exception.‘
And thus, I became Tinker Bell, fluttering around the stage with my long, flowingly balletic arm movements. Perhaps the best part about having a big Tinker was my ability to carry Peter around, instead of fitting him with a harness…
Note how I used my two years of ballet training to almost get onto the tips of my toes. He’s not a small boy either! Magic performed before the audience’s very eyes, MAGIC!
I fully expect to be asked to play Cinderella next year; I’ll be horribly disappointed if they give it to some stereotypically pretty blonde bimbo instead.
Finally, the cosplay that started it all: Nana the Dog. I was 18 — seven years ago now, Jesus — and naive. Oh so ignorant of the wiles my mother possessed. I was somewhere on campus, probably reclining on a sofa (that’s a tie-in to yesterday’s entry) when my mother phoned me:
‘Sebby, there’s a pantomime in a few weeks and we need more men.’ ‘Needing more men’ is a very, very common problem for amateur dramatics — it’s not unusual for a show to have only 1 or 2 old, greying impotent men and 20 women.
‘Sure… but I’ve got a pretty busy schedule at university…’ At that exact moment I had my hand locked behind my girlfriend’s head, holding her down. A busy schedule indeed.
‘Don’t worry, it’s not a very big part. Just chorus stuff.’ Notice the crafty subterfuge. Jewish mothers are sneaky. I fully expect my mother to forge my signature on a marriage certificate one day if she finds a ‘good, sturdy girl with fine hips’.
‘When is it?’
‘The day after your semester ends.’
And so there I found myself, rushing back from university, completely unaware of the sticky, synthetic-fur fate that awaited me. I knew the show was Peter Pan but beyond that I hadn’t a clue. I thought I’d be a pirate or perhaps a very, very large and exceedingly hairy Lost Boy. Maybe I’d just be standing in the wings singing; whatever, a local amateur dramatics group needed my help damnit, no matter the role, I’d give it my all!
I pulled up at the house and opened the front door only to be greeted by my mother rushing past me towards her car.
‘Come on! The show starts in 30 minutes!’ I started to protest: I wanted to eat, shower… shave!
‘Don’t worry.’ A mischievous twinkle in her eye. ‘You don’t need to shave.’
We arrive at the theatre with 15 minutes to spare and I’m pushed into the dressing room. I count all the pirates, Indians and Lost Boys; Peter, Hook, Tiger Lily and Tinker — they’re all accounted for — I glance around the room again, my gaze becoming frantic — all… but Nana. A large dog suit hangs from the wall. I stare at it, amazed by the success of my mother’s ruse. I notice a pretty girl smiling up at me with black face paint in one hand and some hair-ties in the other. Maybe it’s more of a smirk on her face. Yeah, definitely a smirk. I sigh, accepting the imminent demise of my ‘cool kid’ reputation and begin to strip down, just 10 minutes away from curtain-up.
‘You’ll enter by crawling the length of the theatre auditorium with your cousin on your back. After that, just go with the flow.’ The director held me at arm’s length, assessing my get-up and make-up critically. Definitely the most minimal stage directions I’ve ever received before going on I thought to myself as stretched and limbered, preparing for my big entrance.
I guess when you’re a dog whose only lines are ‘woof’, ‘grrr’ and ‘purrr’ (it was pantomime after all) you can get away with just about anything. There’s something so incredibly unique about a 6’5″ beast zipped up in a fluffy dog suit with pigtails and one of his eyes painted black. I think the fact that I had my incredibly cute cousin on my back helped — sadly, only one photo exists of him riding on my back and I don’t have a copy of it. I must try to track it down!
The following image contains new and exclusive content of my head actually in the bowl. It’s a photo I’ve always wanted to share, but never found a suitable time to do so…
These are possibly two of the only photos with me actually smiling. That’s a bit sad.
Still, I can’t believe I didn’t score at the after-show party. Perhaps I should’ve taken the doggy suit off before flirting with Wendy and Tiger Lily.
Amy
May 19, 2009
This. Is. Hilarious.
I really can’t get past the Tinkerbell, you look so much like my friend Andy when he’s dressed up in pink (though you’re about 6 inches taller than him). As for Nana….I can tell your mother truly loves you :P.
By the way, your cousin has incredible eyes.
pinkjellybaby
May 19, 2009
Oh yes, hot cousin in the making there…
Jo
May 19, 2009
You are lucky to have a mum who gives you the chance to have all of these wild and silly experiences!
I love your writing , by the way, it is so interesting and easy to read and yet very clever.
Chown Town
May 19, 2009
OMG – I think I nearly died laughing at the head-in-bowl pic! Nope, can’t stop chuckling…I thought the other Nana pic was my fav, but that’s just taken the biscuit – the dog biscuit!
See, now you’re making me think of all the ocassions I’ve ended up dressing up. But my thing is, I have a tendency to go to work in a wig every now and again, just to confuse everyone (so much fun) I have pics of me in my first ever wig somewhere (I look like I’m trying to do some sort of cosplay gone wrong).
These pics are brilliant Seb – long may your mother drag you into the world of am-dram!
the girl in stiletto
May 19, 2009
wow. your mum really knows your passion without having you to tell her. LOL. did you doze off with your head in the bowl there, seb?
Hezabelle
May 19, 2009
Hahaha Good for you for going along with that…
sebastian
May 19, 2009
It should be noted that my cousin is now 4 or 5 years older than that picture — and in that picture he’s 2 years older than the Nana one. He’s still very cute, just not THAT cute — the Jewish nose came out, y’see… But the eyes are still there!
Indeed, Jo, my mother should be given a medal or something…
Chown, going into work with a wig is a little more weird than me dressing up for one-night-only as an animal/fae creature… why do you like to wear wigs…? Are we talking really wild ones? Or… subtle? Do you wear them so regularly that no one knows your REAL hair colour/style?
Now I really need to get some breakfast, but there’s no food in the house, and there’s only one green, almost-ripe tomato…
Rini
May 19, 2009
I guess I never noticed it in the other picture… but you have on pants under your tutu! I guess it was a kids show… (and well, I honestly have to do that with *my* tutu as well, seeing as it is far, far too thin to do so in public otherwise…)
… the other pictures just happens to be down at the bottom of my screen right now, and well, now that I know you’ve got pants on I can’t help but notice them there…
And Peter Pan has his shirt partially unbuttoned!
but I have to know… which one did you get with… Wendy or Tiger Lily… (or was it both!?!!)
sebastian
May 19, 2009
Yes, I have some tight shorts on, but in my defence they are my mother’s. The tutu was just some netting bunched up… it was all put together very quickly
I’d rather you focused on my fantastic posture — tits out, ass out — or the grin on my face, the way I gracefully hold Peter on my back…
Rini
May 19, 2009
Well.. I did do that too… I mean, I WAS going to make a comment about your ass… but thought I’d save it for later.
(I was curious if those were women’s pants!)
Can we reenact this???
Chown Town
May 19, 2009
I’m sorry – in your *defence* they were your mother’s?
Re: the wigs – It started because we had to dress up for certain events, but I’ve done it a couple of times since to make people laugh – sometimes things really drag people down at work and I refuse to be dragged down, so I have to find a way to make people smile. Cake also works.
So no, it’s not a regular occurence, and yes, everyone knows what my hair looks like, but I am always suprised by the number of people who have known me for years who genuinely think it’s my hair!
sebastian
May 19, 2009
Yes, claiming something is your mother’s is a valid defence. What if I’d admitted to owning a pair of shorts so tight and tiny that even wearing them for an hour probably made me impotent? Surely it’s better that I had to borrow them…?
Any pics of these wigs…?
Re-enact what, Rini? You want to be Peter?
I think Lindsay would automatically get the role of Tiger Lily…
Chown would make a good Wendy.
Sarah
May 19, 2009
hahahahaha ohhh how wonderful.
laughed the whole way through this one.
the dog-face-in-bowl is definitely the best.
Rini
May 19, 2009
it was more a comment that I wanted to ride around on your back.
sebastian
May 19, 2009
You know, throughout school, though I never had a girlfriend, or even kissed a girl… I couldn’t keep girls from jumping on my back and shouting ‘Go, Sebby, run!’
‘Welcome to the Friend Zone’ might as well have been plastered on my forehead.
pinkjellybaby
May 19, 2009
They probably all secretly fancied you….
sebastian
May 19, 2009
YA THINK?!
Chown Town
May 19, 2009
There are a couple (including a pic of Teen Chown in her first ever wig!), but I’d need to scan them in, so that won’t happen for ages.
You’re right – I would be a good Wendy!
Hmm, why do I have this dark feeling that we’re only a few steps away from some kind of Christmas pod-cast Panto…?
pinkjellybaby
May 19, 2009
eek erm, yes.
my ‘male friends’ used to like picking me up and spinning me round…I thought it was just because I was small, then I found out it was probably just to cop a feel…
Chown Town
May 19, 2009
I’m half with pink on this one – I reckon there will have been one really shy gal, that really liked you and you totally had no idea.
pinkjellybaby – lol! They used to do that to me too – especially if they were taller – again, I always assumed it was the novelty factor…
sebastian
May 19, 2009
“HE’S BEHIND YOU!”
A pantomime phrase sure to strike the fear into any girls cast in the show.
(Sorry to the non-Brits — go research pantomime, and it’ll all become clear…)
Chown Town
May 19, 2009
Ha ha!
But not true – and you know it!
cari
May 19, 2009
well played. mothers ARE sneaky.
Abi
May 19, 2009
Ah the eternal “we need more men” scenario. Well done you for stepping up to the kennel though.
Just interested, in the interests of scale you understand- how big is Peter Pan?.
I also happen to think you got of lightly with the costumes. I did panto between the ages of 3 and 19 and that is far too many times to dress as a tap dancing goose. Not linking that here though.
sebastian
May 19, 2009
Thanks. I wonder if there’s video footage of me backing into the kennel… I’m told it was rather funny… square peg, round hole ‘n all.
I’ve been a lot worse too, Abi… But some things are just not meant to be broadcast to the world on my blog. Like when I played Goldilocks…
Abi
May 19, 2009
OK. Now there is a real need for me to see this.
Jaime @ Fast Times
May 19, 2009
You wouldn’t, perhaps, have VIDEO of any of this… would you?
If I were going to dress up as anything and go out, I’d be Chii from Chobits. She’s ubercute and I’ve always wanted to do cosplay….
sebastian
May 19, 2009
My first girlfriend — the one that was significantly younger than me — was into Chobits… (an anime, for those of you not in the ‘know’)
Sadly, she never dressed up as a Chobit, or anything else interesting.
But hey, these girls have, and they look pretty good!
Jaime @ Fast Times
May 19, 2009
I’m GOING to dress up as Chii someday.
Hannah
May 19, 2009
so I like you as the mouse the best. You look quite adorable with your face making. and i like how you’ve done your facial hair there. that is my favorite. Though, Tinkerbell is a close second.
Eric
May 19, 2009
Bad form to hold down on the girl’s head, Seb.
sebastian
May 19, 2009
Not if you remove their dentures first, Eric.
Eleni
May 19, 2009
Lovely releve, Tink! And you got to wear pink, which I’m sure made you happy.
The Nana story is classic. Your mother is a crafty woman indeed. The photos make me smile. Or smirk, I’m not sure
Muppet
May 20, 2009
Okay, Nana’s my favorite. be my friend.
And I should certainly HOPE you were not getting a blowey while talking about innocent childrens’ stories on the phone! BOO.
PS You said furry.
floreta
May 20, 2009
hahahaha i love that your mom cast you for the part because you have facial hair!!
awesome.
this is reminding me of HS plays and You’re A Good Man Charlie Brown (Snoopy!)
aww
fond memories.
i played violin in the orchestra pit.
sebastian
May 20, 2009
Oh, so that’s what it is Eleni, a releve? I knew it was called something… The only move I really remember is a demi plie. And I can stand with my feet rotated into a line… with my knees still facing the front! One of the most flexible giants you’ll probably ever meet…
My mother would often phone at the most inopportune times at university, Muppet. It wasn’t my fault. She should just be glad I didn’t use speaker-phone.
If you can sing and dance, Floreta, you’d make quite a good Christmas Eve in Avenue Q…
floreta
May 20, 2009
oh really? and why would i make a good christmas eve?
Eleni
May 20, 2009
I guess if we’re being technical it’s relevé with that mark on the last “e” (I don’t know much about French).
You can get your feet fully turned out while your knees are still facing forward? That is very disturbing, not to mention a huge ballet no-no (actually not encouraged in any type of dance that I know). Knees should always point in the direction of the toes–this rule is so ingrained that I cringe at the thought of it being broken. *Shiver*
sebastian
May 20, 2009
I think it was more that the teacher kept forcing my knees further in, to straighten my legs. But I know about as much about ballet as you know about French acute accents. Or is that the opposite of acute, I don’t know…
They just used me to do the lifting, anyway