“And Still Sometimes Remember, The Masquerade’s Forever. “- Berlin
October 27, 2018
“And Still Sometimes Remember
The Masquerade’s Forever. “- Berlin
There is probably no event throughout the entire year that
totally captures the wild, funny, fun, creative, zany, wacky genius that is the
community of Key West than the annual Fantasy Fest Masquerade March. There are
literally thousands of people dressed up and marching the route which winds for
a couple of miles through the streets of Old Town on Fantasy Fest Friday.
Thousands more line the route, often serving up free drinks and more to those
passing by.
But for my money what makes the event so freaking unique and
wonderful is the amount of local people who participate. For many locals, this
is the Fantasy Fest event that they participate in and while there are a number
of tourist as well, you literally cannot walk more than a few feet without
running in to someone you know who is either dressed up and participating or
watching from the sidewalk as the masses pass by.
Not only are there a lot of local participants, there are
always a number of costumes that are inside jokes for locals as people dress up
in costumes that only locals will understand. Whether the white fly invasion of
a couple of years ago, the chicken and iguana problems, people dressing up as
this year’s hot-button invasive Royal Poiciana Worm or as hurricane debris
there are always a number of folks who focus on costumes specifically designed
for locals to enjoy.
Nowhere was this more apparent than in what was probably my
favorite costume(s) of the week when my friends the Nelsons dressed up as
Farmer Jeanne from the Monroe County Animal Farm. Jeanne is a local celebrity
in that she often appears at events and in parades along with the Farm’s
mascot, Mo the Sloth. In this clever costuming choice, there was a Jeanne
lookalike along with her husband (a Monroe county inmate) and their kids
dressed as sloths. It was genius and looked pretty dead on, yet made little
sense to anyone not from here and familiar with the wonderful animal farm.
Another costumed group that I loved was a group dressed up
like the panelists from that old 70s TV game show, Match Game. They dressed and
looked remarkably like those original cast members, yet anyone under the age of
50 I am sure had no freaking clue what they were supposed to be. Brilliant I
tell you and really, really funny for those of us who recall that daytime TV
staple.
With all the stops we made, including prolonged stops at
parties at the Artist House and at our friend’s Betsy and Eric’s house, it took
us over three hours to complete the march. We started at the very beginning of
the march and ended up at the very end with the motorcycle cops impatiently
trying to herd the last few folks along and reopen the streets.
Once we got to Duval Street it was as packed as ever, with
the street fair still going strong and the crowd from the march joining in with
the thousands already there just enjoying the fun. It was a great afternoon and
evening and one of the more fun marchs that I can recall in the last 28 that I
have participated in, I got a ton of great photos, saw a lot of friends and
amazing costumes and enjoyed the amazing costumes that Kathy had made for us.
There was only one sad downside, I stayed out later than
Kathy to take photos and when I was walking back to my bike parked by the
cemetery, a group of three teenage boys shouted out anti-gay slurs at me as I
was crossing Simonton Street, assuming I guess that since I was wearing a
Chinese dress that I must be gay. I was burning mad, not so much because I
cared so much about what anyone said about me, but because it reminded me of
the sick hatred and horror that so many of my fellow Citizens have to deal with
on a regular basis. It is probably just as well that they were passing too fast
for me to actually engage them, or it may have had an even uglier ending, but
it certainly put a huge damper on what was otherwise about a perfect Fantasy
Fest day.