Hawaiian shirt night
It’s some kind of rule in New England that we need a Masonic Mardis Gras; that is, a break from wearing the formal suits to lodge for at least one evening, and instead, dress up in the most garish costumes that seem to be specifically designed to emphasize our expanding waistlines by covering our upper bodies with bright colors and ridiculous prints.
That’s right, I’m talking about Hawaiian Shirt Night. It wouldn’t be summer in New England if a lodge didn’t have a Hawaiian Shirt Night. That is, except for those lodges that have Hawaiian Shirt Nights during the winter.
We didn’t have a luau for dinner, but we did have hot dogs, burgers, and barbecued chicken.
Maybe the purpose of the shirts is to hide the barbecue sauce and ketchup?