Oh Auntie Carol what a dreadful example to give to your 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. 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, black balloons. Was black 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. Whatever are pards? If you'll pardon my expression. lol. I'm truly grateful they recited my Society's Niceties in iambic pentimeter. Shakespeare would of been proud. I know I was. 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.
Lady Lynda’s view of the graduation party
March 29, 2011 by auntiecarol69