I feel this past Halloween weekend, I fulfilled a dream of mine. I have had this dream ever since I saw the iconic Halloween cult classic film, Hocus Pocus. Ever since I saw the Sanderson Sisters bewitch the adults of Salem with their fabulous rendition of "I've Put a Spell on You", I have dreamed of one day dressing up as the Sanderson Sisters for Halloween. I remember sharing this dream with other gay male friends of mine but for one reason or another - usually because a) how would we even begin to construct such memorable costumes and b) no one wanted to be Mary Sanderson aka , the fat one - the plan did not pan out. 

This year, my friend and fellow Hocus Pocus enthusiast, Franz asked if I would help him achieve his dream of going as the Sanderson Sisters for Halloween. I gay gasped at the thought and then died when he told me he would take care of all of the costumes - all I had to provide was shoes. I was chosen to be the hilarious Mary Sanderson; she goes around barking and wanting to eat all the time, it works. The costumes were absolutely flawless. By sheer coincidence, I happened to be hosting the QSU drag show. We were able to perform the number as part of the show. I think people shat their pants when they us emerge and perfectly execute the number. I even sang the number with Mary's droopy lip. By the end of the night my face hurt.

After the drag show, we had made plans to go to the Silver Legacy's Erotic Ball, with aspirations of entering the costume contest and winning. I was unaware that it was an "Erotic Ball" upon entertaining, but learned quickly, when I was surrounded by attractive scantly-clad individuals. Everyone wanted to take their photo with us; it was fabulously ridiculous. I felt as if I was some celebrity getting stopped every few moments to take photos with fans. I had no idea that this movie had such a following with people; or at least it was a memorable enough movie that 18 some odd years later people still get the reference. We also played our roles perfectly; we had the mannerisms, facial expressions and tone of voice down. There was only one unfortunate incident that happened. We were having a drink at a restaurant and this rather drunk women who I guess was going as ... a lingerie model ... a lingerie model spilling out of her outfit approached us. She had no idea who we were but, unfortunate for us, bound and determined to figure out who we were. For a while she thought that we were from The Witches and our friend Aaron - who was not in costume - was the fat rat. No matter how much we tried to play off her ineptitude and tell her we were not from Witches, she would not believe us.

When it was time to declare the winner, we learned that we had made the cut for best tandem costume. We awaited in line with the rest of the competition - which included sexy Adam and Eve, sexy Avatar aliens, sexy little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf. Crap, I thought there is no way that three drag queens in heavy layers of rags and fabric can compete with a sculpted Adonis wearing a g-string with some fur for a costume. When they presented us to the audience, the crowd went absolutely nuts, ushering in as the clear winners. AHHHHH!! Are you kidding me?!?!?!  It was the perfect end to an amazing evening. 

The next day we hiked up our skirts and did the Zombie Crawl. The hightlight of which was going and standing on the vents outside of the Elderado and pretending that we were actually flying through the air. What ... I'm just saying ... wouldn't you?

I'm thrilled that I am able to scratch this off my gay bucket list ;) 

I like to think that I am a resourceful individual. I would like to think that I have the gumption and strong survival instincts to live through any end-of-the-world-disaster that looms overhead in 2012 - I mean if John Cusack can, then I certainly have a fighting chance. I would like to think that if I were cast in a horror flick/end of the world action thriller that my bubbly personality and comedic wit would keep my alive. The more likely reality is that I will say something sassy or ridiculous like “ohh if I see one of those alien space invaders I am going to kick their butt” before getting zapped and go down with some zinger like “aint that some shit”.

The truth of the matter is that I do not know how to hunt – or generally shoot a gun -, I am not wilderness savvy, my medical knowledge consists of Grey’s Anatomy story lines, and the most epic battle I have ever gotten into is completing a dungeon raid in World of Warcraft. If the impending 2012 doomsday is going to occur then I need to spend 2011 making me somewhat competent in the fine art of surviving the post-apocalyptic world. My greatest asset at the moment is my extensive knowledge of science fiction/fantasy books and TV shows – I could certainly gleam lessons from these experiences; such as finding the one and only weakness of the alien/robot hybrid.  Years of watching the SyFy channel might ultimately pay off in the end.

All I know is that if a major catastrophe occurs that renders the earth a desolate wasteland full of rival biker gang groups and nomadic rebels, I hope that I end up playing the role of Tina Turner in Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome and get to rock the ridiculously large hoop earrings. I’m just saying, if the world ends, I still plan on living it in style as a big old overlord queen. 

This might as come as a little of a shock but I am a big incredible nerd. I may be a pop culture enthusiast and glam queen however I am a huge video game playing, world of Warcraft loving, science fiction novel reading, Buffy the Vampire Slayer watching nerd.

This past Christmas, I had traveled home to Michigan to see some of my family members for the Holidays. While at my Aunt and Uncle's house my cousin and I decided to play first person shooter games. First of all it is dangerous to play any sort of video game with a 13 adolescent male. They are always better than you, no matter what the game is and by the time I determine what all the buttons do on the console my cousin has already killed me eight times, thus dooming me to failure. One game though that I am really good at is the Left 4 Dead series. Oddly enough running through delapedated war zones with members of the infected chasing after you is something that I am really good at. Somehow always at the end of playing Left 4 Dead I have made the world a safer place by eliminating the zombie threat. I also feel like if there ever was a zombie invasion, between myself and the rest of my Left 4 Dead friends we would be able to survive. I really enjoy the game. I don't know if it is because of the vast arsenal of weapons available to you - I love getting the chainsaw in Left 4 Dead:2 and going crazy - or the idea of endless supply of zombie targets to devastate.When I asked Utility Player, Ian Sorensen, about it he commented that:

"I don't really understand it. I played it one time and played two levels and thought to myself 'it is the same game, with the same weapons, and same bad guys the only thing that changes is the scenery". 

Though this is true, I kind of like that fact. Sometimes I do not want to think with my video games. Although I like the Final Fantasy and Legend of Zelda games, they are sometime way too complicated for my short attention span. If I have to go online and read a walk through guide book to tell me where to go all the time, than I really do not want to play it.