Amanda's View: Costumes
By Amanda Knox
It was partly travel fatigue, but mostly the placement of the the TV screens. Splitting huevos rancheros for breakfast at the airport, Chris and I kept catching ourselves trailing off in conversation and looking over each other’s shoulders. A game show called “Let’s Make a Deal” was on. A pretty woman wearing a midnight blue gown, a pageant sash, and a tiara was debating whether to risk her winnings in order to go for the dining room set. In the background, the rest of the audience was in costume too—there were cowboys, clowns, robots and Peter Pans. I gave myself over to it.
“It’s remarkable how much people in costume look like people in costume,” I said.
“You mean, instead of looking like the thing they’re dressed up as?” Chris said.
“Yeah. Like that Roman gladiator in the back row with the plastic shield and helmet all askew.”
“Is this a Halloween edition? They probably just gave all the audience members cheap costumes as they walk in the door.”
“Yeah. Like, that guy does not look pleased to be wearing those pink bunny ears.”
“What’s this guy supposed to be? Hip-Hop?”
