Black Tie(less) Ball

Last night was the annual Malaysian Oxbridge Society Ball. The evening was rife with ribbing. Oxford is older…Cambridge has more Nobel Prize laureates…it nearly came to fisticuffs. If only all alumni could be as civil as the graduates of esteemed Yale and Harvard (safety school).

The inlaws jetted off to Bangkok for a few days so Mr. Happy went for a haircut and we got gussied up in our best threads for the event.

Although he was unable to tie his own bow tie, Mr. Happy’s good looks literally stopped traffic and the jam forced us to hop the monorail to the ball. Behold, the most overdressed people on KL public transportation!

We were greeted at the door by a team of caricature artists who created sketches of the guests as keepsakes. Before getting documented, we recruited the efforts of a friend to aid Mr. Happy’s efforts to tie a bow.
Is my nose really that big? And is that Mr. Happy or did Barack Obama just turn up?

In Kuala Lumpur, if the smog, tap water, or crazy drivers don’t kill you, the floor show just might. The cocktail hour unexpectedly took a deadly twist when a snake charmer turned up.

This is the part of the evening when Mr. Happy and I were almost killed by a python.

Just kidding. We were only pretending to be petrified. Really we’re just drunk. After a bit of wine, beer, champagne, and cocktails we’ll pick up anything.
The night was full of drinks, food, dancing, and fun.

In this photo I’m sitting between brothers. I think they’ve just realized I’ve sneakily eaten the one on the lefts salad and the one on the rights dinner roll. Is that wrong?

And...that bow tie is off again!