Three Times It Blogs

I always have the strangest of dilemmas (and corresponding blog posts) at 3 AM.

I'm currently dividing costumes based on whether or not they could be potentially useful to have in Los Angeles. Of course, Hollywood is the land of prop houses, sound stages, and wardrobe departments, but having an instant-access (and *FREE*) source of outfits at all times is clearly a strong convenience on many a front.

Due to the massive volume of clothing I've collected over the years, however, the boxes are quickly over-flowing. And here I stand at the brink of disaster: that fatal decision of taking something out and leaving it behind for the sake of space, only to find in two months that I "really, really should have brought that, because now I need it."

Most immediately, while checking over the piles I'd made, I had the bizarre and sudden concern that I have not packed a single dress to bring to LA. This is upsetting in that not only is a good dress a life saver for any movie low on estrogen, but also that I'm moving to the other side of the country and considering which dresses, and how many, I should have with me.

I can nearly justify leaving the dresses behind in that Los Angeles is positively full of women (often attractive ones) (often actresses) (often out of work) and that getting a real, live one -- or at least her dress, for a couple hours -- should not be a challenge at all. But I suppose having a dress on hand has become almost a security blanket to me now. Just knowing I have one tucked away somewhere means that should the unthinkable happen -- can't find a girl, can't meet the deadline, can't come up with an intelligent sight gag -- there's always a last-ditch fallback, and all it takes is to go pull it out and zip it up. Voila, boy in a dress. Instant laughs ensue (albeit cheap ones).

I haven't made up my mind still, and I don't think I will tonight. Picking out capes has already sapped most of my decision-making powers.