Daschle for Halloween

Halloween came and went, and for the first time in years, I dressed up. Well, I did dress up two years ago, but my then-girlfriend now-wife cooked some shrimp that sent my body and brain into fits of nausea and hallucinations. I laid on the couch, clicked on the tele, and a Lou Reed concert was just the right medicine. Nothing like being sick with food poisoning and listening to 30+ minutes of "Heroin."

Okay, so back to Halloween 2001. I raided my closet, looking for anything slightly out of the ordinary, funky, weird, or retro, but came up with nothing but Banana Republic button down shirts, a tuxedo (something every man should have), and some old suits my mother bought me in hopes I would be the good "corporate" son.

So with little else work with, I put on one of the suits, meshed a couple of tablespoons of hair clay in my hair, and dumped a bottle of baby powder on top of it all. My wife, a former professional ballet dancer with plenty of theater make up skills, painted me up. And out of my breast pocket protruded a business envelope, addressed with block letters to...that's right...Senator Daschle.

Most people thought it was quite funny, while one guy just shook his head and said I was quite "sick." Well, it was fun anyhow. And I'm still trying to get that damn junk out of my hair.