“When I jumped off a roof in Cannes in a bee costume, I looked ridiculous. But this is my business; I have to humiliate myself.” ~Jerry Seinfeld
It is a strange job requirement. Every six months, think up a creative costume to wear to the party. You get about 30 days notice.
The themes will constantly change, so don’t even think about recycling a costume. Renting is a good idea. But I have never been that organized. And who wants to pack an entire extra bag to lug a costume all the way to Scandinavia?
Usually, it is 2 days to wheels up. I am starting to panic a bit. I find myself in a store where “real people” are buying things for their “real life”. I am giggling in the change room.
Occasionally, I have spent an outrageous amount of money. But, I kind of like that $80 furry, sequined belt and don’t get me started on the hat with 2 guns made of golden studs on the front.
This time, my husband suggested I have the required “weapon” delivered to my hotel in Strömstad. I clearly will not be able to bring it from home. Really? That is going too far.
My son has thought up a very good alternative. I actually demanded he loan me the supplies I need. In some way or another, I bought him everything he owns and he was going to deny me? Seriously, kids these days.
I think it will be OK. I’m not going to spend any money on this one. Cobble it together with stuff we have. It will be fun.
And I don’t need an extra bag….but carry on is not an option, anymore.