I have returned from last night's make-believe voyage back in time to the 70's on the Mystery of the Seas (a.k.a. The Love Boat). And what a wild ride it was--every bit as fun and frothy as The Love Boat itself. I solicited your opinions on my costume last week, mentioning that I needed to stay rather conservative. My reason? I was cast as Chaplain Love. And while I didn't sport an afro, Twiggy eyelashes, or platform shoes, I tried to at least get into the spirit of things, despite being the spirtual guidepost for the group.
Here I am, pre-party:
Points of note:
1. My entire ensemble was procured from my own closet.
2. That colorful star on my forehead was my 'moral compass' rose...and the scarf had a nautical theme.
3. The blouse is a slinky gold velour. Hubba, hubba.
3. You can't really make it out in this photo, but there is a chunky, rhinestone cross hanging around my neck.
4. The jeans are boot-cut, not bell-bottoms, and I'm wearing square toed boots on my feet.
But all in all, it worked.
This was my first time attending one of these parties, and honestly I was a little taken aback. Most of the invitees were really hamming it up--spouting off with loud and empassioned accusations from across the room. A good many were cast as scheming hussies, and it was all I could do to try to 'keep them on track,' morally speaking. I had to regularly remind myself that I wasn't watching a hokey two-act play but actually needed to participate.
At one point I snagged a friend's blonde wig and flipped it on over my scarf, only to be mesmerized by my transformation into one of Charlie's Angels. I couldn't resist posing for photos with fake gun in hand. Pictures were taken, and I can only say I'm surprised that no one has emailed an incriminating photo... You can count on me to post here the minute I get one.