I am bucking past habits, and not attending the west coast swing dance being held this evening. Instead, I will be headed north to attend Andy’s so-called Communist Party.
I think everyone is agreed that he has chosen the Worst. Theme. Ever.
Speaking of bad themes, the first official ballroom dance next weekend (yeah, there’s a good bit of dancing right now) has the theme high school prom. Barry asked me if they’ll be providing the high school girls; I had no answer for him.
I have to disagree. “Nazi Party” would be a substantially worse theme.
I suggest you dress as a “capitalist.” Wear a nice suit, hold a big fat cigar, and put some folded one dollar bills where the pocket handkerchief would go.
Had I thought of that–or had you posted–before the party, then I would have definitely gone as a capitalist.
As it turns out (i.e. as one might expect), it turns out I wasn’t out of costume by not being in costume at all. Communists, it seems, are a lazy, lazy bunch.