Mustache bigote bandito: Mi masculine me. Día de los muertos 2010

Last week (wait, 2 weeks ago!!...) was the Día de los muertos annual procession in the Mission District in SF. I made it out a little later than usual, but still caught up with some of my peeps and even went to a celebration cumbia show afterwards.
I had about 10 minutes to dedicate to my make-up before I rode out the door. My look this year consisted the most interesting skull in the world. Bet the dosXX guy couldn't even keep up with my popularitiy with the ladies. I'm serious!! Drinking beer was a challenge and I realized having a mustache is a lot of work. What was great and rather strange was when I went up to my friends they did not recognize me until they saw Frenchie. Leave it to our Bay area to find a femme looking mustache skull top hat like me, attractive. Too much fun!

 I'm a chamaleon. I did such a girly flirt for Rio's photoshoot so for the nite I went the total opposite.

As long as we know who is wearing the trousers.

El panda.  

And off I go.

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I thought I wasn't going to run into Ade, her and James (who would make a handsome calaca!, but not in custome this year) were headed to dinner. Hey the city is so small, the chances are - we run into each other more when we dont plan it.

Ade right off Grove st.

Casa Bonampak street had a little party. They painted faces and had some music. Later down the street I ran into some sweet Adelita ladies and we took a photo in front of the party bus, typically parked on S. Van Ness and 24th. More sidewalk sightings then I started to get hungry.

Casa Bonampak.

 

These shorts were as close as owning pants as I get. As you can imagine I also don't own t-shirts at all.

Bien handsome or what!? 

Maybe next year I'll be a full-on mariachi. Watchout.

Sidewalk music.

Below is a phot of Jorge and I. I love him+his energy very much, and it makes me happy to run into him. He didn't recognize me. Until he saw the Frenchie... =)  Everytime we run into each other we hug, we dance and he is always playing music. (This is us in 2009: link)

Then I ran into more beautiful calaca ladies. I love seeing everyone's getups!

pretty ojitos!

the pretty ladies and the mustache bandito calaca

new friends

Then finally food. I was so hungry and so happy to eat. Skulls eat twice as much, you know, because they be dancing and laughing and trouble making on bikes and living the spirit of Posadas paintings thourghout time. Well, fun troubles are just not complete without some bike trouble makers, mkayyy. 

 

Nio y Ramona

I am your only vato

Ramona has her basket-shrine every year. Y qué!?

ramonita calaquita rides

to our valencia skull adventure
ps. Ramona, the bike lane wants you all to itself, but I hearts you more.
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After a little while, the Elbo room was where the night began. La colectiva had their cumbia toqueson. Always is *SO* much fun to watch and dance and move to the ritmos. Below I'm with my friend Rafa drum, mi favorite bay area drummer. ESOOOOOO

Rafa +yo.

¡¡Cumbia!!!

Now for the closing finale, my new two amigas. Dancing machine. Good times.

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'til next year you all dancing skull calacas lovers. 

♥xxomeli, aka bigote bandito for one night.