A long time ago in a congregation far, far away I helped organise a dress up party with a slight difference, namely, I had laid down our defence against the elders when they harassed us afterwards.
The theme was “Come dressed as something starting with the letter ‘P’.”
Our defence was that we assumed everyone would come dressed as a Pioneer or a Panda or even a Publisher.
What we did not anticipate among the dressed crowd was:
1 x Priest (a brother)
3 x Prostitutes (3 sisters)
1 x Pimp (a brother being the fleshly brother of two of the above sisters)
1 x Protestant preacher (a brother)
2 x Protestors (2 brothers being apostates with placards)
2 x Punk Rockers (2 brothers)
2 x Punk Rocker Groupies (2 sisters being girlfriends of the above brothers)
1 x Police Officer (sister with handcuffs and a short-short uniform skirt)
1 x Pontus Pilate (a brother in a toga)
2 x Pushers (2 brothers as drug pushers)
3 x Prophets (2 brothers and 1 sister)
1 x Prodigal son (a brother recently reinstated)
And sundry others. No Pandas.
Ironically, no one came dressed as a pioneer or a publisher but we did have one Peddler of the Word of God trying to sell an old Watchtower magazine.
Edit to add: We did have one outrageous sister who came dressed in an old 1970’s-style polyester male suit and wide tie. She identified herself as the Presiding Overseer and spent the evening telling everyone off as an ‘elder’ and slapping all the sisters on the backside.
For those interested: Gold Coast, Australia. Early 1990’s.