Slipped on my Tux, a tad snug but still fits. Red leather bow tie, red socks, red silk square and gold cuff links and my highly polished dancing shoes round out the ensemble. With the most beautiful lady on the ship on my arm, we head down to cocktails at seven. A find supper of well chilled Champagne, oysters and caviar and a sip or two of Sancerre and we are ready for an evening of dancing to the big band sound in the ballroom. After two hours we think we are ready for a night cap and bed but enroute are lured to the sound of the disco and the fact that we can turn the clock back an hour, so we use our new found time dancing with the crowd. Life is sweet.
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