The Kid dressed as a skeleton and danced very, very carefully. It was adorable. He was out there quite a bit, too. He's a keeper, that one. The Guy wore a suit and a very cool mask and helped stuff me, my gown, and my six feet of peacock feathered train into the car because he is a gentleman.
My mother, who went as a butterfly, made both of our costumes and people went bananas over them. She is a genius with needle and thread.
It's occurred to me more than once that I am a very lucky lady, have worn twice in as many years the most incredible gowns in the world.
The dancing was so much fun, partly because dancing and partly because the dances were 'called' - a lot like square dancing but more falling on the ground as ladies trip over their skirts. There is also the possibility of crashing into someone because you turned left when the other seven people in your set turned right. It's all very exciting and surprisingly dangerous. I almost fell over my own dress but I was lucky enough to be partnered with a dance instructor who caught and steadied me so smoothly that the whole thing looked like a very cool dance move. The floor was crowded and if I'd been with anyone else, I'm pretty sure I would have taken half the ballroom down with me.
I'll put up some photos in the next couple of days.