At lunch, an elderly lady in what appears to full Empress Nakago cosplay—a fawn-colored tulle-and-organza tea dress that Amanda Wingfield might have thought a bit much, strings of gray pearls, and a pearl and diamond(esque) kokoshnik atop her determinedly black coiffure. Bless.
Alex aka Muscato
Breakfast this morning in the dining room.
Just arrived next to me is a highly Bucketische couple; the Hyacinthine madam is a dead ringer for Norma Varden, bedecked in a jaunty black sequined yachting cap.
She’s just pulled from her purse a vast jar of Coffee Mate and used it generously.
Alex aka Muscato
Morning coffee in the Lido Buffet, with a circling crowd of early risers waiting for food to come out like lions at the Colosseum.
The Muzak at the moment is a peppy, Up With People-like version of “Dancing in the Dark” (Springsteen, not Dietz/Schwartz).
Alex aka Muscato
Back in the ballroom; the Orchestra is playing a spritely foxtrot version of “Girls Just Want to Have Fun,” and it occurs to me that Postmodern Jukebox has a great deal to answer for.
