Sunday, December 09, 2012
Deck The Belles
Time again for the annual
Christmas fête in Netherfield. Carried that tradition over from back home - been doing it for three years
since. Figured since I won't be here to celebrate with my friends and neighbours, I might as well throw a celebratory bash the week or two before.
Sweating ignominiously during the arduous preparations for dinner simply isn't for us so we've always hired caterers. Gives us more time to play dress up, something me and the other two tenants of Netherfield, Kool Kat and Fabulous Felix, simply adore. Don we now our gay apparel indeed.
Unfortunately that doesn't seem to be the case for everyone else invited.
|Paul : OMG.|
Kat : I see it too.
Paul : Flip flops? Crocs?
Kat : Well I never!
Though the invitation card for the Netherfield Tea Party might read smart casual for the dress code, almost none of the guests come appropriately dressed. Most appear to have rolled out of their beds only to pull on the closest rumpled tee and shorts from the laundry basket and a pair of dirtied flip flops.
Paul : Good God.
Felix : Ratty denim cut-offs? Seriously.
Paul : Maybe that's highly formal for them.
Felix : What happened to Suit Up!
Paul : Used to think that dressing up for a tea party was inherently obvious. Maybe they mistook the invitation for a beach picnic.
Felix : Don't you miss the days when we had themed parties?
Paul : And friends who would actually adhere to the theme?
Hardly jolly but just let me rant a bit here. Look, I'm not deriding their choice of clothes - well, not much - but when there's a dress code clearly implied, shouldn't there be some intuitive need to follow? When did we all collectively start to think that scrubby casual wear
can be suitably appropos for every sort of social event?
The halls are decked with boughs of holly, shouldn't you be similarly glammed up too? Suit up and join the chorus!
Labels: Christmas, Netherfield
Posted by savante at 10:07 PM