"Wild, Wild" Me

Remember this photo from this post?

Yup, that's me (front and center) and the sales managers from the office dressed up as the girl version of KISS during our company's Back to the 70's party a couple years ago. If you read that old post you know I have a crazy chick for an alter-ego. But only at parties. On ordinary days, I'm just an ordinary, largely uninteresting person who works in a downtown office (boring) and goes home to a happy little family in the suburb (yawn) where I do my wife-and-mommy routine (ho-hum) and where on Sundays I go to church with nice people (yawn) so I can become a better person (zzzzzzz!)

It does often seem I am in danger of falling asleep at the wheel while driving through my wholesome life. It might be squeaky clean and peaceful in Nice-ville, but it's awful dull sometimes. Maybe that's why when I am given permission to spice things up and pretend to be a "bad girl" I grab it and run with it. I've been told I am very, very good at pretending to be bad. My friends actually tell me they find it tremendously entertaining. Well, I'm always glad to be of service.

I love our annual costume party at work because it obviously gives me the chance to be bad without the consequences of when one is "bad" for reals. For this year's costume party held a couple of weeks ago, the theme was "Wild, Wild West". So let's see--- do you think I came to the party predictably dressed as cowgirl like most of the gals? Or did I dress up as a little-house-on-the-praire dudette? A-la Melissa Gilbert? Heck, no! I am already stuck being your typical "nice-girl" all of my life (nicotine-free, drug-free, alcohol-free, cuss-free and modestly covered). If I have to be nice and wholesome even for a costume party, I might as well just stay home and go to bed. I had to be "baaaaad". Soooo I went to the party dressed up as --- in my daughter's words--- a "skanky" saloon girl. Hee-haw!

Why? Because saloon girls have more fun. They get to wear feather boas, fishnet stockings and red cowboy boots! When do I ever get to do that in real life? Talk about being a crowd-pleaser. I felt empowered. It was better than shooting a toy gun. Yeah, baby!

Part of the fun of being the attention-getting bad girl with the feather boa is you tend to be underestimated during the fun and games. And then you get to blow people out of the water with your competence. Apparently, me in my fishnets and red boots was the best darn girl at the "shooting range", hitting my shooting target (cans and bottles) with 100% accuracy. In fact, I was a better shot than most of the cowboys! Competing with a girl wearing fishnets probably frazzled them :-). I bet I could have beaten them on the mechanical bull, too. But I couldn't do the bull riding contest because as it turned out I ain't a "bad" enough girl to want people to see my bloomers or what's under my bloomers. Ah-ah. My dear husband, who I swear would look great as Zorro if he will only let me dress him up (He most adamantly refuses. Killjoy!), had obviously bought all the tickets to the private viewing. Hee-haw!

So what do you do to spice up your life? (Before you answer remember this is a family friendly blog :-) and I'm only a pretend-"bad" girl).