The wreck of the Barbie Ferrari

This post is about a Ferrari, so I thought I would use a John Hyatt song title. Only now that I've investigated the lyrics - which I was going to post at the beginning, like one of your finer literary quotations - I find that it's a really depressing song and I refuse to quote it.

Still a cool title.

Nicole and Vicky, I think you're the only coworkers outside my group who read this tripe, so keep it under your hat. Or don't - I may not make it to the companywide "Somewhat Spooky" bonfire. *shrugs* Anyway, I'm going to be a Ferrari for Halloween. Not just any Ferrari: the red Ferrari from Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

So far I have ordered a red Ferrari ballcap from eBay. Let's hope the postal service gets it to me in time. If not, I'll write the word FERRARI on a red ballcap. What are Sharpies for?

I have a red tee shirt, on which I might paint a Ferrari logo with fabric paint, and I might write BUELLER on the back like a sports uniform. I'm looking for Barbie car wheels to dangle from earwires, and I plan to fasten an Illinois license plate on my butt - possibly the vanity plate FERRIS. (I know, it's Cameron's dad's car, but we need to be really obvious here.)

Also contemplating a scooter to get around on, and a Harpo horn.

But the real centerpiece of the costume is the odometer. I'm thinking cooking thermometer, strung on a lanyard around my neck, with a piece of typewriter correction tape to display the "mileage." Anybody know what the mileage is supposed to be? Anyone besides Cameron's dad, that is?

So that's the plan. And if Weird Aaron McMustache asks me what model year I am, I'll reply, "Let's just say I'm a CLASSIC Ferrari."

Comments

[Nicole]

OH. MY. GOD. And you guys are going to do the parade scene, aren't you?!!! Now I can't wait. This should be hilarious.

Damn. Why can't my department have cool people? We're SO outnumbered.

[KayO]

No, the parade scene is being done by some outfit in the New York City Halloween parade, and I wish I could participate. I wanted to be one of the joggers going down the steps in perfect choreography. But when I mentioned this at work, Ferris Bueller became the unofficial "theme" of our dept. - until it turned out William the Principal is out of town. Darn it. He'd have looked so good in flip-up glasses and rottweiler velcroed to his pants leg.