Engineer's Dining Out

We went to the Engineer's Dining Out (like a ball, but no dancing). I didn't want to go because I didn't know what to wear or have shoes that fit my post-pregnancy feet, but I had to go. So we did. I stopped by my friend Chalica's to borrow a purse and she took pictures. Great to have such talented friends.

The dress I wore was a dress Curt bought me in 2006, the last time I was supposed to go to a ball. I didn't want to go and didn't have a dress so he ordered two dresses and they both fit. I got out of going to that ball because I was pregnant with Ian and decided to stay in the US after some bleeding. I pulled those dresses out for this event and the red one covered my strapless nursing bra (mostly) so i went with that one. I squeezed my feet into my black patent peep toe heels and cut the toes out of my stockings so I could wear them (because it was cold) without having them stick out of my shoes. I bought a slip that I thought was size small, but was actually folded over and size 2x, so needless to say I went without a slip. I wore my Egyptian crystal jewelry for the first time. It looked a lot less flashy on me than in the box. I think we cleaned up pretty well.





It was actually enjoyable. There weren't many women there because many people are unaccompanied, but I was appropriately dressed. The speakers were good and they had a few funny presentations like the making of Engineer's punch which started out with soju (does anything good, really start with soju?), then whiskey, red wine, vodka and finally sand from the desert (brown sugar). The head tables were served the actual punch and everyone else received a much less toxic version prepared by the hotel staff.