I belong to a group of Red Hat Ladies. I am a Pink Hatter, as I am too young 4 a Red Hat. Anyway, there is a nice restaurant owned by a Culinary Institute Graduate that is classy & lovely & we frequent it every few months. There we are, dressed like Ladies w/ fancy hats, w/ royal names & I even wore a pair of pretty lavender lace gloves!

This one old broad comes in late & yaks about drs, injections, pills, her diet (as she scarfs up 1/2 the menu & the chair creaks under her almost 400 lb frame) & her foot & how her soft cast was too tight & cut off the circulation in her foot. Talks about fallling down drunx, people in mental institutes, rapes, bla bla bla. I kept trying to change the subject. My stomach turned.

I emailed the Queen of the Chapter afterwards & she wants to issue a Ladies Conversation Etiquette Booklet at the next meeting. If thinbgs don't improve, the other woman (Gobbula) will be excluded.

I know I am being B*TCHY, but.. I dressed up & paid good $$ to be at a classy place, as well as the other ladies & it got ruined by crass dialogue! baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh