Shades of Wysteria Lane*. I’ll take the intrigue where I can get it.
I received a random invitation in our mailbox yesterday for a “Ladies Night Out” from a neighbor way up the street that I have never laid eyes on before. It says it’s a casual get-together for the women on the block over coffee, tea and dessert, and it starts at 7:30.
My thoughts are:
A. She is probably a decade or two older than me simply because I haven’t eaten dinner before 7 pm since I was 7 years old. And, dessert is to be guiltily inhaled at 10pm whilst watching “The Real Housewives of Orange County”
B. She asks for an RSVP to her AOL email account. Need I say more?
C. It’s a ploy to raise money for a charity or to sell her homemade jewelry.
D. There is no alcohol. Need I say more?
My hip mom neighbor called me and asked if I was going. I told her I was only going if she was chained to my side and I had 2 glasses of wine prior to walking down the street. She agreed that it would at least make a great story and that we should leave our wallets at home in case we’re asked to contribute to the Poor Chimpanzees of Antarctica fund or worse yet, purchase Tupperware.
*Disclaimer: I am only able to reference Wysteria Lane because the Desperate Housewives were frequently featured in US Weekly when I was a proud subscriber. I have never seen the show … for more than 2 minutes. Honest.
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