I have worn many strange things for theme night occasions on the flagship. To this day, Toga night remains the most bizarre, second only to the PJ party (which lets me go to work in my pajamas, which is awesome)…but that was when it required me to make a toga.
Now, when most people make a toga, they go straight for the bedsheet…a la Animal House.
Me? I am only 5 feet tall, in flat shoes. A bed sheet on me? I look like a marshmallow…and I swear my arms stick out.
So last time I used an oversized pashmina shawl, over a pillow-case-turned-petticoat. Yes, I literally wore a scarf as a dress. Hey, it worked!
This year though, they gave us costumes, “proper” costumes. Now, at first glance I thought …oh dear, they want me to dress as a greek cheerleader (er, the skirts were…rather short), but after what has become my traditional hour or so with a needle and thread to alter said costume to fit me (the costumes are always too big, see previous about being five feet tall)…I looked in the mirror and found myself actually suitably pleased with the result.
If I’d had a bow and arrow I could have passed for a modern day Artemis.
Of course, the team was far from the only ones that were dressed for the occasion. Some of the passenger’s costumes were pretty amazing others…were somewhat terrifying, but that is to be expected on occasions such as these. There were prizes given out for the best costume, and at some point a lot of prize coupons were being distributed, but by that point the party had gotten a little loopy for my tastes so I headed home a little earlier than usual…
All in all though, a fitting way to bid the land of Baklava (which I adore) and Ouzo (which I still have yet to try) farewell ..
Now…on to Italy!