Not quite super, man...

So I did get another costume. Ironically enough I decided (through lack of other options) to go as Mr Incredible this Halloween. Everyone who's seen the movie gets the joke, the rest of you see the movie. It was incredible, I guess I put the package together just right. I hit state street to a flurry of "Mr Incredible! Mr Incredible! Picture please" There seemed to be several groups of Japanese tourists who were rabid for my picture. Flattering really, total ego boost despite the mask, plastic hair and skintight red suit. Thankfully foreigners were not my only admirers, I couldn't walk 10 feet without being stopped for a fan of "Mr Incredible" Then I came face to face with myself...Well a 3 foot tall version of myself. We regarded each other across a small patch of asphalt, the tension heavy like the humidity in July (at least here in WI). The sounds of the street faded to nothing then broken by my mini-mirror's father, "He thinks he's Superman. Please don't spoil it." What could I do? So I saluted him and said "Carry on, keep up the good work." He saluted back with a blank stare, that I took for awe. I cut quite a figure in red tights you know. So after an hour or two of this Fun. A police officer stepped up and said- "Sir can I smell your soda bottle?" Then the night went significantly downhill. I was arrested, handcuffed, booked and held in a dank smelly basement of a local parking garage. When I finally was released they gave me a $300 citation for open container. They breathalysed me and despite blowing a .04, Well below the driving limit they banned me from going back onto the fenced off street of party. The best part of the entire EVENT.. Was that they left my coat and other possessions with the people I came to town with. Then told these people I was being held and released at somewhere other than where they actually took me. So skintight red suit $50 , 30 degrees free , no coat even more free, and not able to find my friends downtown? Priceless.. Love the cops, finally met my friends they didn't want to go elsewhere so I called for a ride and turned them loose. My mood entirely ruined I still had my picture taken by at least 5 other groups as I stalked and muttered waiting for my ride. Honestly, I'm such a ham, that every time a camera pointed at me my chin came up, and I grinned, and cheesed for all I was worth.