In San Francisco for Halloween I learned that it is NOT West Hollywood. It's COLD!

Note Lyle's last minute "Cowboy Costume". It consisted of his own jeans, his own flannel shirt and sued vest paired with a child's cowboy costume from the drugstore. Tiny felt chaps, a neckerchief, a
sheriff's badge and a hat.
I was Peter Pan. I know, not really a costume if you wear it every day, it's just an outfit.
Ten years later and Lyle finally gets the costume he wanted years ago:

This was the year we rented "Real Hollywood Costumes" from Western Costume. Lyle has
sueded chaps, a fringe vest (his own
Dolce and
Gabanna denim shirt, he is gay after all) and oh, that's my cowboy belt.
Notice how I always wind up in a tunic or some really short shorts (or underwear)? Let's face it, I'm all about the legs.
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