Assuming you aren't claustrophobic, visit Lucy in Disguise around Halloween, the equivalent of Christmas for a costume shop. People cram in, vying to get the perfect beard for their Sigmund Freud get-up, or the just-so chapeau for their Pharrell impression. We recommend it for good people-watching; see the lady in the corner flip out because all the sexy Quasimodo costumes are taken, and unless you want to share in her misery, we also recommend you do the smart thing and reserve your Bridget-Jones's-Diarrhea costume early.
