HLLWN 2010

HLLWN 2009, or the night I walked around New York City in my underwear

Here it is at last - the HLLWN 2009 post. I kind of mislead y'all, having told you I was gonna be Lady Gaga. While that is true, the whole story is that Z went as Freddie Mercury from Queen, so together, we went as Radio Gaga, which, in case you aren't aware, is the Queen song that Lady Gaga's manager named her after. And it's just one more piece of evidence that Lady Gaga is my soulmate, because I grew up listening to and adoring Queen. I went through a big phase in high school where all I listened to was Queen. I sang along in my car with Freddie as he belted out Somebody To Love, Another One Bites The Dust, and the lesser known (but just as amazing) Body Language. Loves it.

Anyway, our costumes were the shit. Z looked just like Freddie. And together, we were the most over-the-top, fabulous and subtly pretentious HLLWN pair in all of NYC. Of couse, we took video of the entire night, and it is by far the best And How NYC video Z has created yet.



We started off the night at our friend's house party in Brooklyn, where an impromptu photo shoot broke out, thanks to the über-talented Jenny Anderson.
























































































We spent a little time at our friend's apartment, then we went upstairs and crashed some other party. I have no idea whose apartment it was or why we thought it was acceptable to barge in and take over their iPod, but we did. We played a few Gaga songs and then scurried away to Sugarland, our favorite gay club in Brooklyn.
















It was there that we saw a 7-foot-tall Cruella Deville, and decided to pose for photos with her/him/it. The night was filled with lots of amazing decisions such as this.












































This is the most New York-ian photo of me ever taken. We're essentially in the basement of this grungy gay club in Brooklyn, it's sort of smoky, there's a brick wall and a discarded/lost umbrella, and I'm dressed as Lady Gaga, who sort of based her career on getting wasted in NYC.






















OK so I'm shamelessly including this photo because I look really skinny in it. Work.
















Next, we left the club and had an impromptu paparazzi shoot in the street. I love this photo.

















And this one. You can kind of see where the back of Z's tank says "Radio Gaga," spelled out in rhinestones, natch.






















Then we headed back to Manhattan, where we closed a bar in the East Village. The whole night, my hair bow kept falling off my head into God knows what kinds of substances on the sidewalk, in the bars and in the subway stations. This is how I felt about it.






















RIP hair bow.






















I feel like I should include this photo, just to prove that I did in fact have a disco stick. I just, you know, walked out of the apartment without it*. Whoops.






















So don't become some background noise,
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don't know or just don't care
And just complain when you're not there,
You had your time, you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour...

Here's hopin'.

*In my defense, before we left for the night, I spent FOUR HOURS bedazzling that bra, and my brain was dead. That's right, before I Krazy glued all those rhinestones on, it was just a boring black bra. No one can say I'm not dedicated.

HLLWN 2009: The Preview Edition

There are a ton of photos from HLLWN for me to go through, as well as some video Z still has to edit together. But until then, just a little preview.















It's worth noting that soon after this photo was taken, or soon before, or something, a gay guy tried to make out with me. At a gay club. The following song came on, and he pushed me up against the wall and said, "Isn't this song sooo sexXxXxXyyy?!!" Well, yeah, it would be, if I were also a gay man. I forgive him, as I think he must have just been transfixed by the Gaga. I don't even have to make a bluffin' muffin joke right now, because it's just understood.



Pus pus.

New York is the most beautiful place in the world

It's been a while since I posted photos of random stuff I see around the city, and I was feeling inspired today by the still-beautiful fall colors* and the marathon runners that ran right by my apartment, so I have a few photos I want to share.

Z and I were walking around SoHo the other night and we saw this display in the window of the Scholastic book store. Bet you didn't know they still made Goosebumps! I was really excited and wanted to go in just so I could run my fingers over the book covers to see if they're still all bumply like they used to be. Z vetoed me.





















I'm also willing to bet you didn't know they made things like this. Seen in a wig store near Union Square.





















I went to my friend's house party in Stuy Town the other night and he had this book on his coffee table. The best part is that Coolio's hair is poking through the top of his hat, Lil' Mama style. Dear Santa, Pretty please? Love, Meghan





















And speaking of home decor, the other day Z and I were walking around Columbus Circle and we saw a woman selling framed New Yorker cover prints for $5 each. I got four, one for each season, and hung them on my wall above my new dresser, which, BTW, I got from a friend for $40. In order: fall, winter, spring, summer.
















Here are the runners on First Avenue, near my apartment. I actually watched quite a bit of the race, sort of on accident, as I walked through Central Park. I was really moved by all the people cheering on their families and friends. I may have cried a little bit. Whatever.





















Here is an artsy photograph of the Pleasant Avenue street sign on my street. I love Pleasant, though cab drivers never seem to know where it is. Last night on my way home from HLLWN festivities, I even told the driver it was to the east of First Avenue, and he still headed west. I made him stop the car, put it in reverse and turn around to go east. And trust, when Gaga is bossing you around, you fucking do what she says.





















Speaking of, be prepared for a huge Gaga HLLWN post soon. Here's a little preview.





















*As a side note, I've decided that if I ever find a place more beautiful than New York in the fall, I will have to move there. I don't really think such a thing is possible.

HLLWN Throwback

It's the Friday before HLLWN, which basically means it's HLLWN y'all! Ughhhhh I'm so excited I can't stand it. My costume is basically ready - I just have a couple more things to pick up, and it will officially be GAGAWEEN.

In honor of my favorite holiday, I thought I would throwback and post some photos of the past two HLLWNs. Being some sort of diva seems to be my modus operandi. In 2007, I was Vicky B. Last year, of course, I was Beyoncé. This year, Lady Gaga. Next year? Oh, yes, I already have an idea. But you bitches gotta wait a while for that announcement.

HLLWN 2007

The most important thing about this photo is the Colonel Reb decoration. I believe that might be a tapestry??






















Naturally, Z went as David Beckham.






















I remember we implemented a strict "NO SMILING" rule. I fucked it up.















C went as Bill Clinton, which makes this photo seem all the more appropriate.























HLLWN 2008
If ya liked it, then ya shoulda put a ring on it.






















I was pretty proud of this costume. I have to give Schmom B. credit for my hair though. It was the shit.






















M went as Bust It Baby. Plies keep her on deck.






















Look! Hours of dancing in, and my hair is still up. We were out til like 6 a.m. I'm telling you, the shit.

















This year promises to be even more epic, because we now enjoy taking video of ourselves. Check back Sunday for updates. Or Monday, LBO.

Preview: HLLWN 2009

I got something in the mail today. It is a very exciting part of my HLLWN 2009 costume, and I'm here to share it with y'all.























Let Gagaween officially begin.