CinderFELLAS.. you *shall* go to the ball...

Who is this masked man?

Forty-eight hours ago, D16 and five of his mates

were sweet-talked into going to their annual school ball.

(Big ups to Mrs "School balls are all about the food, not the dancing!" Razz for the last-minute persuasion and tickets)

You lads sure do scrub up well in your suits..

The hilarity began at our house with drinks and nibbles, and continued as hubby and I drove the Princes-charming ten minutes to the local yacht club, at which point hubby dropped them off in a discreet part of the carpark (we don't have a low-riding-chevvy) and they sauntered towards the balloons and masquerades.....