Galfy by Crutch.

Perhaps my oddest post title to date, that is the name embroidered on the costume that I wore last night. I called myself Snoop Dawg, the lamest of the Hippety-Hop Gangstas. (My apologies to absolutely everyone who witnessed my costume last night and for my butchering of the genre, its jargon, and its followers.)

Here is the outfit in greater detail.

The back of the jacket.

The front of the jacket, the script reads, "ORIGINAL GREAT SITUATION STRANGENESS WHAT A FUNNY CHARACTER THIS IS! HAVE A FUN TIME A JOLLY FELLOW OF THE"

The pants were about four inches too long for my legs and had to rolled up at the bottom. The waist was for someone twice my girth and I had to tightly tie off the drawstring so as not to flash anyone. 

I needed some type of headgear to go under the hoodie, and Jack seemed appropriate.

Finally, the only bling I adorned myself with was this necklace. If any of you can guess what movie they are from, I will give you this necklace.

Put it all together, and this is what you get:

If you are wondering why I have this gear in my wardrobe, it dates back to about 14 years ago when I lived in Soma. My employer decided to give me this atrocity as a Christmas present and it has only come out of my closet once before at a Halloween party the following year. Fortunately, no photographs have survived. It'll probably remain in my closet for another 14 years until I'm once again stumped for a Halloween costume.

The party itself was held at Ernie's Bar and though not very well attended, those who came had a grand old time. (There was competition by every single bar in the city that welcomed cosplayers and trick-or-treaters alike.)
Here are several photos of the event.

  

Indiana Jones meets Snoop Dawg Jones.

  

Above is the only costume superior to mine.

  

Let's check out one of DJ Mokugohan's original mashups!

  

While the DJ went to pee, it was time for me to try my own mashup.

Busted!

What follows are a few pics taken by a superior photographer to me.

I had a good time but the evening had the scythe of an early morning rising looming above my head, so I left when the DJ did at a little after 1:00. My fun did not end there though for en route to grabbing a cab, I took my Jack o' Lantern full of goodies and gave out my extras to random passersby.

This quartet of SWAT gals were happy to pose with me. Yet when I asked for a photo, they chose not to show off their ample weapons and gave me a rear view instead. (Swat those behinds!)

A great way to end the night for I was accosted by a quintet of Rangers!