I hope these photos find you laughing as they have given Stephen Grande and I much amusement. And forgive the low picture quality because I did not have my good camera with me. Not that we need to see this picture any more vividly. It looks like the image from a dream...a weird dream...a bad dream...a very weird and bizarre dream.
But it was not a dream and strangely enough this attire was perfectly acceptable in our little world this past Friday night.
LET ME QUICKLY EXPLAIN BEFORE I SHOW YOU ANYMORE...
Our town has a long standing tradition of numerous debutante balls and krewes. Basically these are several different groups of people that form clubs, pay membership dues, and host parades and balls.
This year Stephen Grande was invited to be a member of one of these groups which meant he got to 1) invite his very own guests to the ball and 2) wear this hysterical costume while parading around the country club with all the other "jesters."
The sequence of the night's events go like this...pre-party for the members, parade of jesters, presentation of the debutantes. And finally after all those shenanigans, the ball begins. Music, eating, drinking, merriment.
Silly, yes. Weird, yes. Bizarre, yes.
It's fun...a grand ol' time.
And nobody loves a good party more than Stephen Grande.
He was the beau of the ball. Well at least he was to me.
Never a dull moment with Grande.