Posted August 24th, 2007, 08:22 AM
Oh, that is good news - only $10 a person! I was told on another board (I surfed a lot before I got here) that it was really expensive, at least $50 per person. Oh, I must be carefully to check every source before I make an incorrect statement and get people upset at me.
To be sure I am correct, is it true that Palo is "formal" like "formal" night? Cocktail dresses or long gowns?
I walked into a sale last weekend that I never expected. It was at a really nice store and I thought I'd see if the clearance racks might cough up something pretty for the cruise in September since the fall stuff is coming in. Clearance is the only way I could buy at this place. Well, did I luck out. The women's fine dresses were on sale!
I found the perfect piece that should be able carry me through many cruises if I keep crusing since I don't go anywhere that requires formal dress. A pair of black tafetta and chiffon pallazo pants (pallazo's have these big full legs that look like a skirt and swirl around your legs). Because they are tafetta they make this neat crackly sound combined with the soft swish of chiffon. Very elegant and even better they were marked down twice so I got them for 75% off! Now you take a classic piece like this and buy a differnt top now and then at the next mega sale and you are set not to be embarrased at the finest formal cruise night.
Once before, at a formal business affair that I didn't know about until the last minute, I tried to get by with a nice pair of black suit slacks, a lacy blouse, and a shawl. I was stared at all night like I belonged in the kitchen. I never want to get caught making a social faux pau like that again!
That night was so traumatic I've had the same dream of me, but I looked Goldie Hawn, sitting mortified in a huge room of elegantly attired people with nobody talking to me. So I slipped out of my chair under the table and made my great escape around people's legs under tables, behind the curtains along the walls, and to the patio doors where I had to pop up behind a potted palm and slip out the door only to be foiled in my escape as I stepped out the door and came up face to chest with my boss. That's where I wake up. Probably a good thing because I could never pull that off in a million years.
Oh Hush Beth! People don't have time for your rambling bunny trails!