This week, I went to a party that included:
1) pink painted walls
2) a shrimp tree:
3) valet parking
4) a man (the only man) in a sweater playing the piano.
5) several inquiries if I had ever seen Tiger Woods out there in North Carolina
I also, before going to the party, asked if the nice sweater and jeans I was wearing would be okay if I changed into heels because, after all, the party started at four o'clock. Mom said no. She was right.
I looked at the invitation, and no where did I see that this was an all womens party, or that it was a formal party, but it definitely was. I don't, apparently, understand the unwritten rules of Russellville.
3 comments:
Is that tree made of real garnish?
Yes.
Wow. That's an impressive tree. I would kind of feel bad eating it.
I can relate to pink painted walls now. Our hallway here is painted light pink. It makes me cringe a little bit every time I look at it.
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