. . . A Case of The Mean Reds
Truman Capote knew – no, excuse me, he wrote the book on - hosting a Grand Soiree, he was THE Maestro of the “in” box and the “out” box and he penned the inner tic-tic-toc of a true social butterfly with poignant accuracy. This week, as I experienced a teensy bit of the Mean Reds . . . “The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling? . . . Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!” . . . he would have been atop the guest list of any historical dinner party you might have hypothetically asked me to throw. I won’t bore you with the details of my temporary absence from the social scene but I will tell you that (in lieu of a nearby Tiffany’s location) I managed to get along quite well. On Thursday, I hung those Mean Red’s on the hook on the back of my bathroom door next to my very fluffy spa bathrobe, spent an hour in hair and makeup, put on a new dress and headed over to Vineville Crossing for a Spa Pedicure and some Head Over Heels. I bought a beautiful set of teardrop earrings and a pair of shoes that were just lovely. Add a $15 GInormous-brimmed hat to the tab (Steinmart – of course) and I was set. Thirty minutes later the girls (Amy Hellis, Jackie Waters & Amy Allen) picked me up and we went to Shamrock for a spot of supper. By the time Joellen Spivey got there, the dinner party – minus only our dear Capote, was truly on. How did I get so lucky to have such darling friends? Only Capote knows. Saturday I put my big hat over my big glasses and headed on down to Third Street Park for the Lawnmower Grand Prix. And my precious hat made so many friends. Don’t get me wrong – there were some naysayers. There were a couple of . . . (let me think – what would I call them? What would be a good description? That’s it - let’s go with Mean Girls minus even the fake beauty) . . . there were a couple of those girls that snickered when I walked past. But when I nostalgically thought of the look that they sported in High School, I was undaunted by their lack of appreciation for my blue bonnet. The race was wonderful and I simply must raise my pinkies and give snaps to the girls. A toast to Carlen Self (for her absolutely stellar abilities as the driver of the Pace Car), a toast to Kate Long (for giving the entire CCT board a run for their raffle ticket selling money) and a toast to Jessica Walden (for winning the whole thing – the raffle that is – and going home with the Pace Car.) That’s right . . . party at Jessica’s . . . Go Cart rides for everyone. Step right up for your tickets to the Social Butterfly Grand Prix! aS Hot This Week! 4/4 First Friday 4/5 Build Day Step Right Up, Get Your Tickets Before They Sell Out . . . |
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