The Fruit Salad Ball Masquerade

 🎭 You Are Cordially Invited 🍍 

to the Fruit Salad Ball Masquerade

hosted by Pink Flamingo

🗓 Date: The Third Tuesday of Zestember 

🕰 Time: When the mango moon kisses the kiwi tide (approx. 7:30 PM)

📍 Location: The Velvet Grove Ballroom, beneath the Custard Thames

👗 Dress Code:

- Masquerade masks made of melon rind or lychee lace

- Attire inspired by your favourite fruit (sequined strawberry suits encouraged) 

- Flamingo feathers optional but admired

🍓 Festivities Include: 

- The Pineapple Waltz, led by Flamingo and his citrus consort

- A Grape Gossip Corner, where secrets are whispered into banana phones

- Papaya Poetry Slam: Bring your juiciest verses

- Fruit Punch Fountain (non-alcoholic, unless the cherries rebel)

🎶 Music by the Maharaja Blues Fruit Ensemble, featuring:

- Saxophone played through a hollowed-out cantaloupe

- Percussion section of coconut bongos and maraca passionfruit

💌 RSVP by sending a plum-scented carrier pigeon or whispering into a nectarine at dawn.

Thanks to @asicatart for her fruit salad inspiration on threads.

Your host...

Greeting the guests

Maharaja Blues came to play...

But as they struck their first notes they transformed into:

🎸 The Maharaja Blues Fruit Ensemble

- 🥭 Tiger → Mango in a Turban  

  Bold, golden, and rhythmically rich. The tiger becomes a mango—ripe with tabla beats and wrapped in a swirling peel turban. Regal, juicy, and slightly spicy.

- 🍑 Fox → Peach with a Harmonica  

  Smooth, sly, and sweet with a fuzz of mystery. The fox transforms into a peach—soft on the outside, tangy on the inside, harmonica tucked between segments like a secret melody.

- 🍍 Rooster → Pineapple Guitarist  

  Spiky, flamboyant, and electric. The rooster is now a pineapple—crown intact, body carved into a metallic guitar. His solos slice through the air like citrus lightning.

- 🥝 Bear → Kiwi Bassist in Shades  

  Cool, grounded, and groovy. The bear becomes a kiwi—earthy green, fuzzy exterior, sunglasses perched on his seeds. His bass lines ripple like jam through toast.

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