I must add here a note about formal night. When I originally booked the cruise, this was foremost in my mind. I LOVE to get dressed up and working from home I seldom get a chance to dress beyond my jeans and t-shirt. Who cares if I sit on my sofa in high heels, dress pants, shirt and accessories? So, with formal night being foremost in my mind, I actually envisioned the dress I would wear. I had this dress in my head BEFORE I actually even booked the cruise. I began scouring ebay for it from that moment. I wanted a full-length red sequin dress. I was thinking Hollywood movie star here. Those on my meet thread have already read about the dress saga, for those of you who havent you can see where it starts at
http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=1645336&page=69 post 1032. It continues with post 1046, 1124 & 1396. I got tired of scouring the pages for the posts so the ending of the story is that I picked it up and had it professionally altered. (It wound up being Frankendress, so all they did was add a couple of darts and left the rest alone.)
The big problem now was trying to find a bra to wear with it. Maybe this is TMI. However, (
Men stop reading and go to the next paragraph.) I bought a rather pricey stick-on bra that wont hold the girls up. I tried to get it to work about 20 times and finally gave up. I then bought a less pricey stick-on bra
but held out no hopes because why would a cheaper one hold them up if the more expensive one wouldnt? I finally went on an all-out hunt for the backless bra I wore on my wedding day. I found it right before we left and threw it into a suitcase. Lo and behold when I put in on this evening, the strap (even though it was way down near my hips) showed! Uggghh! Forget the bra. So, the girls were not as perky that evening as I would have liked. (I hope no one noticed me tugging them up to reposition them every once in a while.)
Okay men you can begin reading again
After Palo dinner and brunch the past two days, my already snug dress was REALLY snug. That and the situation with the girls from the previous paragraph made the dress a little less glamorous than what I had hoped. But, I still liked it.
Moving along
I was really adamant about getting pictures of our whole family in fancy clothes. It is not very often that we get dressed up. This meant that we had to be dressed and ready by 5 pm so we could get pictures before dinner and not risk having our outfits messed up at dinner. So the scramble to get me, two DDs and DH ready on time began. Do you remember what #1 is on my list of things that make me C-R-A-Z-Y?
During our stress-filled, getting ready time, DD1 begins to be quite mouthy and sassy. So, she earned moms wrath and some sort of punishment to be determined later. (I wound up making her stay in the room for a while later in the evening.) We had not yet picked up DD2 from the Lab, so after DH got his suit on, he went to liberate her. I forgot to add that before this he turns to me and asks, Where are my black socks? Where all your other socks are, I replied. Apparently not. Even though I KNOW I packed them (they were checked off the list after all), we could not find them. So, after liberating DD2 from the lab, he headed over to Treasure Ketch to see if he could find some dress socks. I was straightening my hair when they came back. DD2 was having issues with her dress shoes that didnt fit. We knew that they were a little too big when we bought them, but after applying the things we bought to help make them fit, they were STILL too big on her. Uggghh! I was getting nowhere with my hair because I was the one who had to solve this crisis and get her to stop screaming at the top of her lungs that they didnt fit. (I really, really feel for those in staterooms on either side of us. This was not the only time my children screamed, and/or cried at the top of their lungs.). This little event plus DD1s outbursts put me in a very foul mood and severely screwed up my timetable.
To try to regain some sanity, I sent DH and the girls down early so I could simmer down and finish getting ready. Of course they left the room in a shambles so I had to also pick up a bit before I left. I didnt want our towel animal having to fight for space on the cluttered bed.
I got down to the deck 3 atrium around 5:30
the Captains cocktail reception was also going on. I forgot to mention this. This was ANOTHER reason I had to be down there early
I didnt want to miss out on my FREE drink.

I did get down in time to get a drink. DH led me to a very pretty CM who was passing out drinks
seems he had been chatting with her earlier
.hnmmm.

Next I tried to find the line for pictures. We got in the wrong line. At this point, with the line I REALLY wanted to be in sooooo darn long, we wouldnt be able to take pictures before dinner. I believe a got a little testy.

A nice man ahead of me in line (the wrong line) reassured me that there would be enough time to take pictures after dinner and before the show. I was embarrassed that he noticed my testiness
although Im positive it was hard to miss. What a relief, however. After all, this is what formal night was all about
the pictures!
Dinner was in Parrot Cay. We had APPLAPL rotation. This meant that we were in Parrot Cay for BOTH formal AND semi-formal nights.

I liked Parrot Cay, but would have rather been in Lumieres for at least one of the two dress-up nights. Parrot Cay is the least fancy of the three. I had the broccoli/blue cheese soup and the pear salad with pears and gorgonzola cheese. (This was my favorite salad of the cruise.) My dinner was Beef Wellington. Both DDs had the grilled sirloin steak from the adult lighter fare menu. DH had the New Zealand Rack of Lamb. Of course I had the Golden Mickeys dessert. Yum. Autumn decided she didnt want anything for dessert
I loved the reaction.
After dinner we went and stood in line for pictures. Note: There are two photo op stations on deck 3 and two on deck 4. In retrospect, I would have preferred one of the backgrounds on deck 4. I dont think they were doing Lifestyle portraits this night. I knew I didnt want a photo with the captain, so we got in the Mickey statue line.
When we were about three families away from our turn, DD1 lost her balance due to the ships movement and stepped on DD2s sandal-clad foot with her new kitten-heeled shoes. DD2 let out an earth shattering wail
and then the tears came. Of course, she wanted to kick her sisters butt, but we managed to contain her. She was nearly inconsolable. We had to let a few families go ahead of us before she was calm enough for photos (or so we thought). Somewhere in all of this, Lynne (orlandothebeagle) saw us and offered to take my camera and take pictures. Well, even though DD2 was no longer crying, the look on her face is awful. LOL. Of course in the end I HAD to buy the photos. #1. It was formal night and it was all about the pictures after all and #2. We had to document sour-puss
it will be a forever memory.
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