I’m a sucker for dressing up. Actually, I’m a sucker for not dressing up too much, because at heart, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. Yup, on Facebook, had there been the option, I’m sure my friends would vote me Most Likely to Wear a Raincoat with Cut-off Trouser Legs… or something like that.
It’s nothing sexual actually, I’m just quite comfortable in my skin, I’m a free spirit and really, I believe clothes, especially here in perpetually 30 degree Borneo, is a waste of resources 🙂
Since August 30th it’s been the one dress up party after the other. I haven’t posted photos of the party from the 30th, but if you had access to my Facebook profile, you’d be able to see what I went as. Actually, Louren roped me into it, because we weren’t going to go as anything, but then over a beer-too-many somebody said something stupid like “hey, let’s dress up as women”, and somebody else replied with something equally stupid like, “yeah, that sounds like fun. I’m in!!”.
And that’s how it came that Louren and I went as Suzi and Stephanie (not really, but you get the idea) to The Office Pub, Kota Kinabalu’s first-year anniversary. The theme was… uhm… something like Oscar Nite, and it was supposed to be black-tie, so Suzi and Stephanie arrived in their bestest frocks. We’ll probably never live that down. Louren did pull… well, almost – but we persuaded the large, bearded red-head guy that he was in fact man – he eventually believed us, reluctantly.
Anyway, the moral of the story is that there’s quite a number of opportunities to dress up in Kota Kinabalu. This is ironic, as there’s not that many party shops or fancy dress shops in Kota Kinabalu. Which is unfortunate, because… refer to the first part of this paragraph.
Tomorrow night is Louren’s beautiful wife, Tiffany’s birthday. She’s hitting the big Three Oh and therefore it’s cause for a vicious celebration. The chosen location is a ship that floats around Kota Kinabalu for the sole purpose of merry making. It’s called The Pirates of Borneo. And, if I told you it’s to be another theme party, you’d get no prizes for guessing the theme. Ok, the suspense is killing me, so I’ll tell you. It’s Pirates.
An easy enough theme you’d think, but as many themed parties there are in Kota Kinabalu, as many procrastinators there are too, and I’m a big one. And this is why only today I went scouring for props. And, did I realise, there is the sum total of one party shop in Kota Kinabalu. Actually, this would have been perfectly fine on any other weekend, however, as luck would have it, this weekend is also another company’s annual staff dinner and you’d never guess what the theme of their party is. Oh, you’re clever – yes, it’s also Pirates.
This, combined with the recent Halloween, surprisingly popular in this town, have left the local party shop who imports their goods at great expense and very un-great speed, stockless. But the party shop, cunningly named Party Shop is one of Kota Kinabalu’s best kept secrets. There’s a number of best kept secrets as KK’ians are not that big on marketing. It’s a small shop, but they have a good range of accessories, just not that many pirate accessories.
It was my fortune, however, to arrive there early this evening (the least of the procrastinators I am, apparently) and managed to loot me some booty in the form of a Pirate Kit and a solitary eye-patch for me mate. The Pirate Kit came with a handy red bandanna, clip-on gold earring and, of course, the mandatory eye-patch. I was well chuffed, because my outfit was half done.
Julia’s ever bursting cupboard of clothes managed to produce a pair of fisherman’s pants (oversizes sufficiently to fit me, imagine), a tight white tee-shirt (why em sea aye!) and an actually too-small over-coat, which rounded-off the outfit perfectly as it put Flabby Gut in the picture as well, and as much as he hates attention, he sure does love the limelight.
Phyllis and Julia, as usual, seems to have left their party planning for the 11th and a half’th hour, so they will get ready in the hour leading up to the party and fling stuff together from their collective wardrobes. They’re quite good at that.
Me? With meself kitted all that a be remaining is dreaming of me booty and scavenging for ‘ye bounty in the morrow.