It certainly was a say-something hat day at the naming ceremony. It was also a say-something fur day.
My fav hat? The one that looked like it was simply a small stand of twigs done as velvet and growing directly out of the center of the head of the woman in front of me. I nearly asked if she glued it on or whether it simply grew there.
My fav fur? The dark black number that, when it reached the waistline, became layer on layer of fur as it descended to the floor, sort of skirt over skirt of skirt of animal hide.
Tonight there are cocktail parties galore. And then a formal dinner at 8 p.m. After that, there are gaming lessons in the Casino, a performance by the Royal Cunard Singers & Dancers, a DJ and band somewhere, and several showings of what's called Infinity Express in the Planetarium. That's where I'm going later; the chairs tilt back and I can snooze.
But first, I need to find a way to get this all to you.
I go in search of modern technology. Pray for precision.
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