Let me tell you guys something about dressing up as a banana.
Last Halloween, I dressed as ‘Aladdin Sane’ David Bowie and more people recognized me as ‘Braveheart’ (not William Wallace, just ‘Braveheart.’) than Bowie. Still scorned from that experience, I decided to go for a performance angle this year instead of a conceptual one. Being a banana is meaningless but truly acting the part of ‘banana’ is exceptionally powerful. The responsibilities of being a party banana include:
- wear sunglasses indoors
- drink a lot
- dance to ‘peanut butter and jelly time’ at least once every 30 minutes
- make an awkward fist-pump roof-raise anytime someone yells ‘banana’
If you accomplish that, you will be endowed with special halloween superpowers that I highly recommend. These include:
- lots of free drinks
- your karaoke performances are well received regardless of actual merit (I am leading a crowd in a raucous but poorly rapped rendition of 99 problems in the picture above)
- a 30% increase in dancing ability
- your entrance into any room is heralded by some complete stranger yelling ‘banana’
- children immediately love you
In addition to that, my photobombing habit was considerably more tolerable to strangers and I got cat-called by the deli lady at my local supermarket for being ‘una banana tan lindo.’
