Turns out, you could dress as anything from the 1920's, a mobster was a suggestion and pretty much all the men dressed like Bugsy.
When we arrived at the club, I was overjoyed at the reaction to Mr. Man's outfit. Everyone loved seeing Mr. Man dressed to the "nines" and he was declared the winner of the unofficial costume contest by the head honcho. I love watching "work Mr. Man", he is different than "at home in my pajamas Mr. Man." Mr. Man is loved by his colleagues, very chatty, and witty. By the time Mr. Man gets home after a day of work, he has used up all his words and just mimes to us.
His company has changed a lot over the last few years, and this year I knew only two people at the entire party. I felt a little bit like a fish out of water. I hadn't prepped like I usually do with witty anecdotes and stories, which meant I spent a lot of time smiling and nodding. When Mr. Man wasn't talking business about things like "PCP QPDOLL SAP Conversions" we were living it up sans kids. I always love visiting the photo booth and really want one for my living room.*wink wink* My birthday is coming up!
People are still talking about last years photo and speculating what took place during our session. I think it is my favorite photo booth picture ever.
Getting ready for this party reminded me, just how much I love getting dressed up and going out. Mr. Man is such a good sport and willing to go along with any idea. I love that in a room full of mobsters he stood out as The Cats Pajamas and I proudly pointed him out to the ladies, "Oh yes, the man sporting those fine knickers, he really is the Bee's Knees! And hands off ladies, he is all mine."
*Thanks to Google for helping me brush up on 1920's fashion and slang before the big night out, seriously Internet... I love you.