There are times in life just to be silly and I knew this was going to be silly in its finest moments. My friend, aka PB’s male blog photo model Logan, proudly announced he had purchased a fun fifty linden sale item from Sartoria, called “The Fruit Suit”. Apparently it was the hat and shoes that turned it into a “must have” item and I will actually agree with that fashion decision. Both are top quality so ladies if your men friends need some new shoes let them know about the scoops at Sartoria.
With a night of dancing ahead I didn’t need much encouragement to search the marketplace for the signature fruit bowl headwear. Within moments PB was harnessing her inner Carmen Miranda and feeling every bit the 1950’s samba dancing bombshell. Of course I did wonder if this attire was maybe a little act of revenge for the recent gym workout I subjected Logan to in post 1 of this 30 day blog challenge?
Thrilled with my transformation and with laughter, Logan suggested we dance the night away at the notorious Franks Jazz Club dance floor. I should have known being an Australian that rules about dress codes mean very little. Telling him how I would most certainly be sent home, seemed to make the challenge just more appealing and before another word could be said the teleport was sent. We spent the next few hours laughing, enjoying lively conversation, strangely enough about food and wonder what small miracle had us still on the dance floor. I guess sometimes the weird and hilarious can win over even the toughest or at least leave them wondering, “what the heck!”
Every time I look at our photo from the night I giggle and instantly start singing the Pina Colada song by Rupert Holmes. I admitted on a fellow bloggers blog, Pics by Peep about my confusion on the whole dancing in the rain idea .. really, do people do that stuff????
For those that have experienced the whole romantic dancing in the rain as seen in the movies, please explain how, being soaked to the bone in an outfit that seems to have shrunk two sizes as it cuts off the flow of blood to your outer extremities can be romantic. Does the dripping pieces of yarn formally known as hair along with the raindrops using your nose as a water slide resulting in a look of close family relations to a drowned rat, really not matter? *Sighs*, maybe I have never experienced a love like that or maybe the logical side of me just knows how sick I would end up!
Anyway .. onto the song, don’t blame me if you hear this song in your mind for the rest of the day LOL.
If you like Pina Colada
and getting caught in the rain,
If your not into yoga,
If you have half a brain.
If you like make loving at midnight,
In the dunes of the cape
Then I’m the love that you’ve looked for
Write to me and escape.