Girls will be Girls
I went to East Dubuque (of all places) over the weekend. We went for a celebratory supper with Prince Charming's family. Supper happened to be at this pretty nice restaurant (for the area) and as it was also prom somewhere, quite a few young ladies were there in gowns.
Me? I didn't give a hoot. It barely registered on my radar, to be honest. However, at table I was seated across from three older ladies and they couldn't stop talking about it. What about this bodice, look at that sequined skirt, isn't that an unusual color, she doesn't really have the hips for that...a running commentary the likes of which only Joan Rivers could approve.
It was both funny and a bit nauseating. It reminded me of that number in The Music Man:
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep cheep cheep,
talk a lot, pick a little morePick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep
Not even kidding.
