“I’ll tell you later” is the name of the wing of the Mangueira Samba School we will be parading in this evening. You’re not kidding! As I write this, Mr. Understanding still has not seen the fantasia he’ll be shuffling in on February 18th. The fantasias, or costumes, were delivered to the hotel. The Orthodontist had seen his costume for this evening, before he got on the plane, and is seemingly okay with it. Perhaps the sword and headdress combo won him over?
I was in the Orthodontist’s office with my children when he was telling another friend of mine, Southern Belle, how excited he was about his huge “fantasy”. I had to explain to Southern Belle that fantasia referred to the Carnaval outfit he would be parading in, not Orthodontist’s grandiose daydreams about Rio’s eye candy.
Turn about is fair play, they say. I once, jokingly, told Maria and Fernando, in Portuguese, that I loved my husband with tenderness.
This is what they heard: “I am going to make love to my husband in a suit.”
Upshot: the Orthodontist is going to have a supreme fantasy this evening and I am going to love my husband tenderly in his suit, Figurino #6, called the Oriente. We will be in the 4th wing of the school if you have cable. Look for the middle-aged women with fake tans and chagrined husbands.