I almost didn't go for my eyebrow threading today.You see, when most people think Mexican dress-up party, most people think about sombreros, mariachi bands and maracas. I am not 'most people'. I thought about eyebrows, Frida Kahlo's to be exact. ACTUALLY, to be perfectly precise, I thought about her eyebrow. Singular.
Anyway, while I could pull off some bushy brows, there's no way I could pull off the elegance. Somehow, I'd end up looking like a bag-lady, covered in a granny shawl and a bird's nest in my hair. So I went for my threading.
As I sat there getting my stray hairs yanked out by their tiny yet feisty roots (how can an innocent looking piece of string cause so much pain?), a fabulous idea entered my brain. How about I go as cactus? Who DOESN'T like cactus? It's not demanding (no watering needed), a gorgeous colour and best of all has the cutest little spikes ALL OVER. I mean, irresistible right?
But then I remembered, this is ME we are talking about. If I attempted this look, I'd end up resembling the Incredible Hulk who'd rolled around in a sewing kit or a giant, green condom.
With a sigh, I headed to the local variety store and picked up some cheap colourful sombreros and stick on mustaches. Sigh.
N.B I still have TWO days, so I might think of a better idea.
Any one have any suggestions?
There was some confusion as to what the Theme Night would be for this cruise. Originally, it was an Island/Caribbean night then a flyer was splashed out on Carnival's Facebook pages in regards to Theme Night changes from August. HOWEVER, the fine print stated the changes would be from 18th August. It was rather confusing. So, I jumped on the blower and called Carnival. Leo, the lovely young man who answered, confirmed it was definitely MEXICAN NIGHT. The poor guy sounded a little exasperated as he had answered many calls over the last day asking the same question. As I'm nosey, I found out Leo and I were both born in 1976 (the best year, naturally) and his 40th birthday is this THURSDAY!
Leo, if you're reading this, THANK YOU for your patience and HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I will have a drink in your honour aboard the Spirit, toasting you long life and health!
So there you have it. Mexican theme night. My challenge to those who are going to be on the cruise, is to be as INVENTIVE as possible. I'll buy a shot of tequila for the costume that makes me laugh the most.
OLÉ
P.S There better be some nachos and tacos at the party!
Have you ever noticed that women of a certain age do this type of body shuffle whenever there's a dance floor?
I call this The Mum Dance. It's a kind of two-step bop - one step to the right then the middle, then repeated on the left side. Sometimes there's a spin every 8 bars or so, sometimes a finger point. Invariably there is a "woo" and a clap on the 1 & 3. I think you all know what I'm talking about. The appearance of this phenomena is often found at local RSLs when a Cold Chisel cover band is playing, school discos and family birthday parties
I don't do the Mum Dance.
This may alarm you, but the Mum Dance has invaded cruise ships. When combined with the Nut Bush, Macarena and the Time Warp, what ensues is quite a sight to behold. Add the motion of the ocean and you may NEVER erase the memory. Shudder.
Now, you may think this is scary enough on its own - but wait, shield yourself for my next revelation. There is a counterpart to this monstrosity, and it's far, far worse.
The Dad Dance.
What makes the Dad Dance even more hideous is the fact that the male members of the species forget they are past mid-life. Their dance is a combination of hugging the closest male and doing a headbanging jumping-up-and-down jig (it's always a good idea to move your little offspring a good distance off the dance floor or else they might get trampled) and 1980s breakdancing moves: The Electric Wire, The Robot and of course, The Caterpillar. Many a time I have witnessed a 40-something man try to execute this move. 100% of the time, it resembles floundering fish and results in a hamstring injury.
On every cruise, I've begged my husband to dance with me. Every single time he refuses. I'm not sure why, I reckon I'm a pretty good dancer.
This does not dissuade me though, as I usually drag one of my girls up to dance. Among the eye rolls and "Mum, you're embarrassing!", I'm sure they're having a good time. Once I've exhausted all three, I usually just sidle up to whoever is on the dance floor and hijack their fun.
So, the point of this post is kind of a warning. If I make eye contact with you, and there's music, be prepared to "Shake what yo Mumma gave you".
So, the point of this post is kind of a warning. If I make eye contact with you, and there's music, be prepared to "Shake what yo Mumma gave you".
FOUR SLEEPS AND COUNTING!
P.S Where's the best place to dance on the Spirit?
P.P.S If you're brave enough, you'll challenge me to a Dance Off!