melissa_rinaldi
01-01-2016, 10:27 PM
As i was going to the Mötley Crue show on December 30th I started thinking about possibly going as Missy. What got me excited was that Missy could let out some of her inner 'bad girl' because such attire would be prevalant there. Even though I was forced to do my transformation in the car, I managed to get a good face on. I was so pleased that I juse had to get a few pictures so i put on my jeans over my zpandex mini and headed straight to the Sherman Oaks macys and picked up the first sweater I could find and I headed into the dressing room. Poor lghting made for bad pics, but I was happy with what I saw in the full mirror. Better yet, I was really passing. I've been out countless times and I've learned to be very perceptive, so I grew more confident.
I had bought a second (better) ticket online that morning for less than half of what I paid for the first so I knew I decided to enter, walk about, and watch the opener as Missy and then return later. I've gone to shows as Missy before and when it gets hot, my face tape starts to pop off due to sweat, ruining my look.
So I start my walk to the show from the deck and instantly I am getting lit's of attention. But there is absolutely zero evidence any of it is anything other than list or jealousy (men vs. Women). Here's where it got really scary. Like a ditz, Missy decides to walk the long way around which means passing through a some what isolated area. Out of nowhere come this voice. 'Miss'?, excuse me Miss? This creep starts following me on my left blind spot. I hear him get closer as continues to ca to me. As I approach a set of doors (and people), he grabs my arm. I flinched and he hurried by. As I approached the door he came at me again. I stepped quickly to an open liNE and escaped.
Getting inside I went up to the less crowded 3rd floor and quickly found that most of the women were in jeans and t shirts. Far cry from 1984. Still I found that I wasn't standing out beyond my outfit. I visited the ladies room because I had to and of course to get another good look at myself. I primpedal in the mirror for a while and learned that women take selfies in the bathroom mirror! I had done so before, but only isolation. Wow. I took out my phone and took a few myself.
I walked around for about 40 minutes more and had a ball. I was regularly turNing heads and I knew it from the comments. I am guilty in my male life of staring and commenting at concerts and now I was the center of it. Comments such as 'like it', 'hot', 'dude check that out',etc put me on the moon.
I decided that I still didn't want to risk my face popping so I reluctantly headed to the car. Waited for the walking security patrol to pass and transformed back in 5 minutes and managed to get out before he returned to see a man in the car.
Here's the irony. I go to the Rancid show on NYE wit my daughter and I see outfits ****tier than mine all over the place. Seen the's guys a lot of times and only saw a few in the past. Guess I didn't consider the NYE effect.
Will try to post a few pictures later
I had bought a second (better) ticket online that morning for less than half of what I paid for the first so I knew I decided to enter, walk about, and watch the opener as Missy and then return later. I've gone to shows as Missy before and when it gets hot, my face tape starts to pop off due to sweat, ruining my look.
So I start my walk to the show from the deck and instantly I am getting lit's of attention. But there is absolutely zero evidence any of it is anything other than list or jealousy (men vs. Women). Here's where it got really scary. Like a ditz, Missy decides to walk the long way around which means passing through a some what isolated area. Out of nowhere come this voice. 'Miss'?, excuse me Miss? This creep starts following me on my left blind spot. I hear him get closer as continues to ca to me. As I approach a set of doors (and people), he grabs my arm. I flinched and he hurried by. As I approached the door he came at me again. I stepped quickly to an open liNE and escaped.
Getting inside I went up to the less crowded 3rd floor and quickly found that most of the women were in jeans and t shirts. Far cry from 1984. Still I found that I wasn't standing out beyond my outfit. I visited the ladies room because I had to and of course to get another good look at myself. I primpedal in the mirror for a while and learned that women take selfies in the bathroom mirror! I had done so before, but only isolation. Wow. I took out my phone and took a few myself.
I walked around for about 40 minutes more and had a ball. I was regularly turNing heads and I knew it from the comments. I am guilty in my male life of staring and commenting at concerts and now I was the center of it. Comments such as 'like it', 'hot', 'dude check that out',etc put me on the moon.
I decided that I still didn't want to risk my face popping so I reluctantly headed to the car. Waited for the walking security patrol to pass and transformed back in 5 minutes and managed to get out before he returned to see a man in the car.
Here's the irony. I go to the Rancid show on NYE wit my daughter and I see outfits ****tier than mine all over the place. Seen the's guys a lot of times and only saw a few in the past. Guess I didn't consider the NYE effect.
Will try to post a few pictures later