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The white party is the sparkling finale of Atlantis parties. Beautifully decorated out on the pool deck and showcasing an eye popping display of lights, fog, sound, and lasers, it’s simply fantastic. I’m not sure where the tradition came from in gay male life but having spent a few days in the archeological ruins of Pompeii, Delos, and Mykonos, Greece, I’m wondering if it’s perhaps some kind of bacchanalian last rites festival. The final frenzy of partying and dancing until sunrise is a kind of purification. Aurelio, you can tell me if you think I’m anywhere close. Alternately, these guys just like to see themselves in white, in a sea of white.

We danced our arses off only until about 3, but it was lovely to share these last hours with some of the wonderful people we’ve met in the last week. To admire and be admired, loving the role of the female Atlantis hostesses. It’s hard not to love; even the ship staff get excited. We even saw the Captain’s wife hanging out in the DJ booth having a great time.

This is Jarrod, one of the A-team boys.
And here we are with Martin from Poland; Rich (center), the owner of Atlantis and our boss; and Gordon (halo) the cruise director for Royal Caribbean.
   
Talk about a happy cowboy:  

And we’ll have to tell you all about our favorite couple, Marquis and Jason, from Boise Idaho (below):
    

Chloe’s famous pantsuit was, yet again, a hit among masterpiece costuming. And Katie found many companions in silver.

          This is Rickie, one of our faves. Does that wig rock balls or what?    

We’re having a fantastic time, but have so little free minutes available for blogging that, for the time being, we decided to just throw some pics up with minimal explanation and elaborate later. Hope everyone’s doing well. I haven’t had great luck getting email so far but will try tonight (last night before Rome tomorrow).

Two random moments:

Boy, did the boys love the ice skating with the resident Drag Queen Cashetta: