With the sunny Labor Day Weekend upon us, we ventured down to Long Beach for the 11th annual Queen Mary Art Deco Festival. This year we didn’t stay for three days, as the costs have ratcheted up year after year. With two vacations under our belts this summer, we couldn’t justify the cost of our usual three-day visit. However, we did manage to stay one night and enjoy two of my favorite events of the weekend, which suited me just fine.
After a whirlwind trip around the ship, it was time to prepare for the ball – my perennial favorite event of the weekend. This year I wore a 1930s black crepe dress with net sleeves. We spent much of our time with our friends Eric and Heidi, whom we have known forever via a historical reenactment group we used to be very involved in.
Dean Mora’s orchestra, again, never failed to please and he was joined this year by our friend Mary as his chanteuse.
It is always lovely to meet readers of my blog, especially when they say something I wrote made a difference for them. In Lisa’s case, my posts on prior Art Deco Festivals made her come all the way out from Utah and she’s dying to come again. How amazing!
After the ball, we ventured to the Observation Bar and met up with my partner in crime Lily and Brian for drinks and socializing. We shut the place down after 2am when they kicked us out and we moved into the shop galleria area. There was just too much to catch up on!
After sleeping in late (blissful), we did something different this time and enjoyed the champagne brunch the ship offers each Sunday. As we rolled out of the brunch stuffed to the gills it was time to, what?, eat again! This time, our edibles were enjoyed at the festival tea dance, though I was in no mood to eat anything else. But, oh, if you twist my arm I guess I just have an egg salad finger sandwich and scone. It would be rude after all, right? The one drawback to not staying on board Sunday night is I had no place to change, so I had to stay in my day dress for the afternoon tea dance. Quelle horreur! (you can tell I like to throw around my one year of college French here.)
Too soon it was time to leave, for which I was very sad and, once again, experienced PMS (post-moderne syndrome.) Looking forward to next year’s ventures, which cannot come soon enough.