Confessions of a Drama Mama

We just had our dinner and dance last night. Actually it was split up into 2 nights so we didn’t have to be inconsiderate and inconvenience Singaporeans who want to shop by closing our stores just so we could treat ourselves to a little party.

So, 2 nights, and our department went and served our time last night. Referring to my previous entry, I was complaining about not being able to wear my policeman outfit, right? Turned out that the outfits "my significant colleague" wanted us all to wear, were not easy to find. So we ended up wearing our own stuff, and I was the policeman I always wanted to be.

So in the end, the department went as a group of indian men from the 60s. My boss went as a Bollywood film director, complete with sideburns, black leather pants and a fake stomach. Damn funny. We also had the guni man, the schoolboy and the rock star wannabe.

Oh ya, the entry is titled, "FUN". I’m getting to it.

So I had fun. I had fun blowing my whistle and sneaking up to groups saying "What you doing, what you doing? Is this an illegal gathering?" and waving my baton at them. If anyone tried to be funny (like someone kept coming up to me and saying "Eh handcuff me leh"), I would take out my notepad and say "What’s your name? You go to jail!" and give them a Monopoly "Go to Jail" card. The indian accent was really fun to do. You all know how much I love to do it

I laughed so hard when pulling my khaki socks up to almost my knees. And really tried my best to keep a straight face (must get into character mah) when answering "I am Singh. Babu Singh. But you call me Inspector Singh" when people said "Who are you? Are you Adora?" (the face paint was really good!). I even have the nametag OK. Insp Singh.

Well the key to the handcuffs broke, and I won’t be able to use them again (sorry, Max), but I did have fun that night.

So my point about having fun…. I think you can only have fun if you play a proactive part. Don’t, for example, go to a party that suggests a theme, not be in the theme, and then spend the rest of your evening sitting in a corner sighing and moaning about how boring the party is. Come on. You have to play your part.

And you must remember this is coming from me and I’m not a big fan of parties. But this kind of act stupid kind, I like.

So remember, the next time you’re at a party and you’re thinking how you’d rather be somewhere else, try to put in some effort into injecting some life into the party because hey, there’s more to life than just sitting in corners and sulking.

And if anyone wants to re-create my polis outfit, here’s what I spent:

Polis buttons - $8 for 7 (sew on yourself!)
Blue men’s shirt, short sleeve - $5.90 from CK Dept store at Chinatown
Bermuda’s - model’s own
Belt - borrowed from Cass
Shoes - tap dancing shoes, borrowed from Cass (had the clink clink sound when I walked. Classic)
Moustache - a pack from costume shop, shared with colleagues, something like $15
Wig - rented from costume shop, $25
Face paint - also from costume shop, shared with colleagues, something like $15 also
Note book - borrowed from Cass
Khaki socks - $1.50 from Army Market
Whistle - $1.50 from Army Market
Name tag - $2 from Army Market
Beret - borrowed from Dylan
Other props (gun, baton, handcuffs, badge, walkie talkie) in set - $10.80 from neighbourhood shops

Have fun!

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