Gussied Up

On New Year's Eve, I soldiered out through the Brooklyn blizzard to attend the Bootlegger's Ball at an old church converted into a 1920's Prohibition Speakeasy. My date was this gorgeous flapper, and if I play my lucky cards right, she'll be my date every night. Now, the great thing about her, and well, everybody at the Ball, was that she dressed up. I like a girl or a pal or a gang who'll dress fancy, put on a costume, get gussied up. Half the reason I had a career as an actor is that I had an excuse to put on costumes for a living. Halloween was every day as a thespian. But this Ball was a rare event, because well, like I said, everyone came in bootlegger gear, both fancy class and working class- one fella had overalls, a black eye and his hair nicely slicked. It could have been the set for Boardwalk Empire complete with jug band, sideshow acts, an Absinthe bar, and a thousand good looking extras who walked out of a time machine from another era.