However, once in a while it stops being a fayre and turns into something rather more special. By special I mean something that I am a bit more interested in.
I have to say, Steve does look rather dapper in his white tuxedo jacket. All the boys were supposed to be wearing them with pride but the others *ahem* forgot.
We enjoyed this so much we are thinking of making the Havana Ball an annual tradition for us. I wonder if I could learn fast enough to do an aerial performance at the next one?