*waves*

[sisyphusshrugged]

It did occur to me that under the circumstances you folks might think I was off somewhere in the throes of a swivet.

Really, I'm not.

I have to say that I'd almost be tempted to be in the throes of a swivet just so I'd have an excuse to say "throes of a swivet" (throesofaswivetshroesofaswivetthroesofaswivet) but then it hit me that I'd have even more excuse to say throes of a swivet while I was explaining that I wasn't in one.

Instead, I'm going to be at a red hat ladies' luncheon, followed by pot roast at the American Legion, and then maybe they'll let us stay up to watch them roll up the interstate.

If I were going to find something to describe my weekend, so far I'd say the safest money is on "not urban."

If you can come up with something I wouldn't do in all this heat, don't do it (or at least not until you turn on the air conditioner).

Comments

[rusty76.livejournal.com]

I have to beg the question - What is a "red hat ladies' luncheon?"

[jmhm.livejournal.com]

I shall wear purple with a red hat that does not suit me
and I shall spend my pension on brandy
and summer gloves and satin sandals,
and say we’ve no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops
and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.

Soon I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick flowers from other people’s gardens
and learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts
and grow more fat,
and eat bread and a pickle for a week
and hoard pens and pencils
and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent
and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now
so people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
--when suddenly I am old --
and start to wear purple. Jenny Joseph

So basically it's a bunch of old ladies dressed in purple with red hats on who get together, have lunch and act silly with a room full of similarly inappropriate older ladies to back them up.

I think my mom was the youngest actual one in the room.

[jmhm.livejournal.com]

Oh, and I never did any of those things that they're supposed to be in reaction against, and I wore myself out on purple when I was sixteen.

Ladies Who Lunch

[t-l.livejournal.com]

Sweetie, you aren't old enough yet for the Red Hats, unless Queens has a substantially lower entrance age than we do here in Dixie.

Did you lie about your age just so you could wear a cool chapeau and get a free lunch?

Re: Ladies Who Lunch

[jmhm.livejournal.com]

Oh, as if.

I went with grandma and HM, who is an honorary red hat (hers is, of course, pink).

I got to pour water for the Real red hats and pay for myself and HM.

They wouldn't let me stay home, neither.

Need to hear any whimsical stories about old folks talking about sex and losing their memories? Boy, I got a million of them now.

Re: Ladies Who Lunch

[t-l.livejournal.com]

Hells bells, I'm losing my memory already myownself, and I'm not even too terribly old.

And I don't want to hear about any kind of sex in which I was not a participant.

Sounds like a real hoot, though. Are there pictures?

RED hats?

[(Anonymous)]

Communism, that's what it is!

And why aren't these wimmin at home making dinner for their men-folk?

I tell you what the world is coming to in my day blah blah blah . . .

Stefan

Re: RED hats?

[jmhm.livejournal.com]

mwahahahahaaaaaaaaa.

I've got some news for you about your mom...