April 2008, when I was an usher at the wedding of one of my best friends.
New Years Eve Party about two or three years ago. Cruise before that.
I pull it out on Saturday again though for my daughter’s birthday. We are doing a mystery party that takes place a hundred and fifty years ago. The appropriate formal dress I have is a little more Regency than Victorian, but the kids won’t know.
Mine was for a wedding. 
My choir in college used long black dresses, but I wouldn’t call them that formal, probably 'cause they were “cheap” (relatively speaking, of course–I can’t remember, but they were probably in the $50 to $80 range).
That was true of my Knights of Columbus Assembly for officers for about the first ten years of my membership… officers wore tuxes to monthly meetings. As I worked my way through the chairs, there was speculation every year that the newly-elected chief (“Faithful Navigator” in the Assembly") would end it, and I think I was in the #3 chair when that actually happened. Since then, no one’s been eager to re-instate it, and as I look around now at the current crop, I realize not a one of them was an active member during those days and has no idea how it used to be.
Ah, well. Old fogey time.
Surprised that nobody’s mentioned cruise ships. Even on “entry-level” cruises like Carnival, a week long cruise will include two dressy (black tie optional) dinners. The last cruise I took in 2008 had FOUR formal evenings.
I wonder if the “bedbug epidemic” will affect tuxedo rental places?
Given that most people who rent them will probably be storing them hung in closets for a few days, I doubt that there will be much impact.
Pssst - several people have mentioned cruises. 
ETA - there’s a bit in Samuel Pepys’ diaries in the midst of the plague where he wonders if it’s going to affect wigmakers. Very modern, no?
Seems like fighting zombies in that would be awkward.
I’ve never worn a tux. Wore a charcoal-grey suit at my wedding. I’m 56 years old and since nobody’s gotten me into a tux yet, I’d say the odds are against its happening during the rest of the journey.
You’re telling me. Just *living *in the damn thing was no picnic–that much boning can get uncomfortable. I actually had to go to the bathroom and have a friend unzip me for a few minutes at one point, just so I could catch my breath.
In the case of zombies, however, I would have ditched the dress and temporarily wrapped myself in the shawl until I could get to my jeans and a tee. Tables could have been tipped over to create temporary barriers to slow the horde, and chairs would work for keeping individuals at a distance.
Use lube.
Doesn’t do anything for the bruising or the breathlessness.
Whatever floats your boat. I’m not here to judge.
Use more.
Now everything’s just sliding around with no friction at all, and that’s just useless. Some help you were.
ETA: And I’m *still *out of breath.
Remember, the noose comes off after you are done, just like the latex mask.
Oh, right, like I could get the zipper on the mask with this much fucking lube all over my hands. Maybe later you could come rub some salt in a papercut for me.
Does 4.30 work for you?
4:30 your time would be 5:30 my time, so yeah, that’s fine.
I mean, from a scheduling standpoint. Not from the salt-rubbing aspect so much.
No, 5.30 my time would be 4.30 your time. Unless they moved Virginia without telling me. Bastards do that kind of crap all the time, though.