You Will Feel Like a Freak — and Love It
As we paused to take photos in Grand Central, we caused a legitimate scene. There was such a large crowd surrounding us taking pictures that Nick whispered to me, "we should have a tip jar." Any initial reservations I had about rocking Halloween in real life vanished, and I started playing into my character. I broke out a few robot dance moves, posed like a retro movie star, and winked at passersby.
Sure, there was the occasional "What the f*ck?!" from pedestrians, but the positive reactions outweighed the negative ones. My heart melted when a little boy approached me, completely entranced, and his mom asked if he could take his photo with us. I was practically ready to quit my day job and become a performer in Times Square or be a professional princess for birthday parties.
I didn’t even bother trying to take off the makeup before heading home, which means I rocked face makeup on public transportation. While we’d experienced friendly New Yorkers as a duo, going grayscale solo yielded more awkwardness. No one would look me in the eye except my bus driver, who said, "should I even ask?" as I climbed aboard. "Just another day at the office!" I chirped.
