Thursday night was ladies’ night at the Commissary.
Men had to dress like women to get into the party. There was an inspection at the door. If you didn’t look feminine enough, you didn’t get in, simple as that. Your correspondent barely passed the test; he had borrowed a skirt that was semi-flattering because it covered up a lot, but he only had a man’s white formal shirt for a top. Once Lexy tied it up around his sternum, thus exposing plenty of midsection flesh, he could take his place inside.
I’m told that the Ladies night used to be just that — just for ladies. But some years ago, Coyote and some co-conspirators crashed the bash by dressing up as women. So that started the practice of requiring the DPW crew and others out here early to get their fem on to party.
Here’s a sampling of some snappies from the party last night. More to come.