I was recently invited to a party held by my girls work associates. These people are unlike the common folks I meet regularly here in cow town. They are all doctors or other medical professionals and all are well educated with a sense of class and sophistication. Talking with them is a delight as they are informed about things other than the weather, sports statistics or who got drunk and fell off their stool.
This party took place in Saint Petersburg; it started in a fifteenth floor apartment overlooking the bay for cocktails and appetizers. Our hosts were very gracious and after an hour we all went down and across the street to attend an outdoor fund raiser for the local playhouse.
There was a fun silent auction as well as bidding for lavish prizes including fancy vacations. A lovely buffet and open bar was included, and I ate under an almost full moon while bay breezes blew gently and folks much better off than I bid thousands of dollars for wonderful gifts. They laughed and bantered back and forth as they bid, teasing each other as most attend this event annually. One of the things that stuck out to me was their good sense of protocol. Not that their clothes were fancy or expensive because they were not; however it was the fact that everyone here was dressed appropriately!
Long sleeve shirts? Dresses? Dress shoes!!
If ‘Cow Town’ would have had a similarly sponsored event, half the attendees would have come dressed in T shirts and sneakers with plenty of space to show off their prominent tattoos! I wasn’t embarrassed for anybody and as a bonus, we talked about the world, literature, theatre, and other interesting subjects, never once mentioning that Becky hit Kyle over the head with a bat and was arrested!
Then when the auction was concluded and dinner consumed, the play ‘Rent’ was performed on a stage outdoors right in front of us. Afterwards, we all went back to the fifteenth floor for drinks and dancing etc. It was great fun and we didn’t get home till 2 am.
The next morning, I stuck my head outside of my trailer and my neighbor was there skinning fish on a table in his driveway. A cloud of hungry flies surrounded him.
“Gawllee, you missed a great time last night. My cousins brought over their cat, though I warned ’em not too. Why my dawgs chased that cat to tarnation, almost got it too, but it’s up on Scooters roof. Won’t come down neither, guess it’s just a fearin’ to much.”
“Boy what fun,” I said, glad I was away for the evening.
“We bought a keg, lit a bon fire and sat around till late. Threw some cherry bombs on the fire just funn’in… woo that sure sent ‘em runnin! Dickey musta passed out cause he was still sleepin’ outside in a lawn chair this mornin’ when we woke up. Guess no one told him the party was over. Heck that sure was fun; but you missed it, how come? Couldn’t had more fun than that!”
Really, need I say more?
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