I have never been much of a fan of parties. Maybe this comes from the fact that I was hardly ever invited to one and when I was…………….no bugger spoke to me. I would arrive at the party with dreams of meeting a girl ……………any girl…………. who would want to have a bit of rumpy pumpy with in the back seat of my Ford Escort ………………of course……………….reality was that I would leave with Alan………..and go for a kebab.
And so last night I attended the employee party where thousands of Carnival shoreside employees and one invited guest descended on the Carnival Splendor for a night of fun, dancing, eating and a few magnums of wine.
Now, the invitations had a dress code on them…………….because that’s the law. As I told you a few weeks ago, dress codes make me crazy. There used to be just two and that was OK.
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