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| Many thanks to Delores @ The Feathered Nest for this lovely soiree. |
An invite to a party? To a blog party at Gary's site Man. It has been decades since I have been to a fling like this. I was young then. Thin.
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| The model looks fabulous.... |
First, the dress. NO, first the fat-suppressing undergarment.
Ugghhh…Grrrooan…Ouch…Inhale, exhale…..snap, hook, zip…tug, tug…ahhh, it is on. Now, pray for no hot-flashes.
Next, the dress. Let’s see what I have in here. No. No. Oh, heavens, no! What was I thinking when I bought that?? Oh, there you are. I forgot all about you. I will call you ‘vintage’, and everyone will think I am clever.
Hose? Yes, varicose veins aren’t attractive.
Shoes—I can stand these in short chunks of time, say, three minutes at a time.
Make-up, check. Done by the stylist who disguised my gray, and plucked my brows.
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| I decided against the nose ring. |
Honey? Honey? Are you ready? You’re wearing THAT? Fine. Fine. You can stand by the window, behind the curtains, with the rest of the husbands who insisted on sandals and white socks, Duluth™ firehouse jeans, suspenders, and that new flannel plaid shirt.
(We have pulled up in our 1999 Nissan Altima, and parked behind a Hummer.)
The music…Listen! They’re playing “Lady in Red”…honey? Oh, I see, the curtains…all your astronomy club friends are there. Hi, Ernest!
I wish, Delores, I could say that I danced all night, sang Karaoke with Elisa, and handled my champagne with the best of them. But, I said “Hi!” to Gary, showed off for five minutes, and then started yawning.
It was time for American Idol, and my honey never misses that. Besides it will take me half the night to get out of the #$%@ girdle and to scrape the make-up off my face.
But, I had a grand time, and everyone looked awesome. Congratulations, again, Gary, on your 5th anniversary as a blogger!
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| Happy 5th Anniversary, Gary! |
