We attended our first Marine Ball Friday night at the Clube Naval in Brasilia. Last year I was way too pregnant...or we might have even been out of the country for the excitement.
This year we made it a point to ditch our daily duds and procure some new threads for our big Marine Ball debut. For the first time in almost seven years, since our wedding day, Paul donned a tux and I a gown. We left the kids with our maid for the evening and held hands like prom-goers throughout the night.
Here's the proof:
We drank and ate and even talked about dancing for a few minutes, until the intimidating Samba music ended and the Macarena came on and we had to leave....killer dancing skills reserved for yet another event.
Paul in Balencinada (aka rented Brazilian tuxedo or "Smoking," which is awesome and I don't ever want to call it a tuxedo again.)
Clem in Kit and Lil.
Pete and Sam...in their underwear. Thank God our maids fourteen year old daughter is such a terrible (or great!) photographer or you'd be seeing all Thomas the Train briefs, all the way.
1 comment:
Awww, you guys look wonderful!
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