Lady Lynda screwed up her face in disgust as she
remembered the dreadful example her former etiquette partner Auntie
Carol gave to their newly graduated reformed charm
school ladies. A little tipsy I don't believe is the right phrase.
How
'bout practically roaring down drunk? Conversely I remember a few
years
ago a so called woman friend invited me to a place of
entertainment.
Well it turned out to be a show of scantily clad male entertainers.
I
recall drinking nothing but Mimosas. I drank my share. I lost
count with my tenth drink. Even so I was
still standing and even dancing a bit. Not well but still
dancing.
Especially when everybody with the exception of us, were underage.
They
should be complete teatotolers. Shame on you. I did like the way
the
room was festooned with such colorful crepe, Emerald balloons. I
wonder was green
subconsously chosen because we are leaving the girls for
greener
pastures? Namely Mr. Pequots Reform School for Dastardly
Bastards.
Whatever? Pretty in pink I say. Those tulip dresses for the
young
ladies waiting for their two lips to be kissed by handsome beaus. I
just
love the colorful makeup. It was a fest fit for a Bachanalia.
Whoever their pardners may be. If you'll pardon my
expression. lol. The perfumes were an
olfactory delight. Such sophistication in scents. The sweet smell
of
success was in the air. A little tongue and cheek humor. Oh
Auntie
Carol, you are so cheeky.