Everyone was instructed to arrive strictly on time at our apartment and were allowed entrance only after saying the password. (“Let them eat cake”)
Then it was time for the revelation of Winter Formal dates. All the ladies picked their corsage from the platter, which was a specific combination of flowers and ribbon colors. Matching boutonnieres were waiting to be drawn in the most dramatic rose ceremony ever!
The bowl of boutonnieres was passed around, and with each one drawn, a lucky lady had her Winter Formal date. You were to take official photos with your Winter Formal date and be escorted by your date when ordering a cocktail. Huge thanks to our resident photographer, Mr. Rick Alarcon, for our stunning Formal date photos.
We originally had an even number of guys and girls, but due to some last minute cancellations, two lucky ladies would have TWO dates. Congratulations were in order to Sadie and Ellen for securing double date status.
Up next – the vote for Winter Formal King & Queen. Votes were cast for “most formal” and counted 5-6 times just to be sure. Jillian announced our Winter Formal King, Mr. Gil Soltz!! And for Winter Formal Queen, a shocking shake-up, as Jillian announced: “For the first time in Fat Tire Winter Formal history…we have…a tie!!!”
Drum roll please….
Can you believe it?? Co-Queen of the Winter Formal!! It is an honor indeed.
This is my Winter Formal Boo, Jonny. He was a perfect gentleman, escorting me through the treacherous hallways and stairs of the metro.
We made a reservation at an underground Speakeasy style cocktail bar called The Ballroom. It just has an unmarked black door and a bouncer who judges you harshly, even if you have a reservation. He eyes everyone suspiciously, then makes you wait while he goes inside to see if he could possibly let your lot inside.
After a little wait, he returns and agrees to lead you down a dark rickety staircase, through a specified hallway and into the area which he chooses. The interior is really nice with great music, and the bartenders all wear Prohibition-era clothing – long sleeved button-down shirts with vests, bow ties, hats. All in all, it made the perfect location for our Winter Formal.
I had a “Midnight in Paris” moment of sorts when I was looking at our group of 20 in their finest attire, chatting around candlelight on our corner section of couch. Either I had gone back in time or we were some kind of fancy grown-ups.
Overall, it was a huge success and widely agreed upon to have been one of the most fun evenings we’ve ever had as a group, to go down in the books. We greatly look forward to next year’s Winter Formal. There are even talks of a Spring Formal, in case we can’t wait.