PrettyFakes

So Lula was Willie Nelson for Halloween, and I was to play her Waylon.

I ended up looking more like a deranged Hank Williams, Jr. The worst part was the complete and utter indifference to my “costume” (just my normal Western clothes and boots) after folks squealed with delight at hers.

I should have been tipped off earlier by these exchanges:

Me: . . . and so I’m going to be Waylon!
Nice 21 Year Old Woman At Work: Who?
Me: You know, Waylon Jennings!
N21YOWAW: No, I—I don’t even think I’ve heard of him. Is he like Johnny Cash?
Me: Well—uh—what? No! Listen, have you ever seen the Dukes of Hazzard?
N21YOWAW: Ew, no, why would I have?!

AND LATER:

Me: Dude, are these mirrored sunglasses too Hank Juniory? I’m supposed to be Waylon.
Gas Station Dude About My Age: Bro, ain’t nobody gonna know who the hell Waylon is. Nobody gives a shit about Waylon.
Me: Aw, man, come on!
GSDAMA: It’s a fact of life.

Harsh. I LOVE YOU, WAYLON!!

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