For as long as I can remember my dad has been into (nay addicted) to everything related to flying. Dressing up for themed events. Not so much. However, with his 70th birthday on the horizon, it was declared by surrounding family that this party WAS going to be an 'aviation' themed party at a local pub. .
Fortunately, in one way or another all invitees embraced the idea, even those who travelled from overseas made sure to pack a special little something for the night. There were airline pilots, hostesses, many many Top-Guns (thought I'd be the only one!) and later in the night,.. m'kay about six o'clock, a few young at heart ladies whipped out their feather bowers (whut?). Crazy times.
In a very small alcove away from the hubbub I'd set up a photo booth. It was difficult to persuade party folk to extract themselves from the festivities - at first - until the number of drinks consumed became a distant blur. Then there were no shortage of volunteers.