OFF THE RECORD
“I KNOW what you’re thinking,” she said. As usual moi’s mind was centred on other things. (Probably whether Brooke Logan regretted marrying Ridge Forrester eight times on The Old and the Bewdiful.)
Snapping back to the conversation at hand moi’s new BFF continued. “It’s the dress. I know that you know that it was worn by ‘xyz’ last year to the same event. Honestly I didn’t have a thing to wear, she and I are the same size so she kindly offered to let me wear it. It looks OK doesn’t it?” There was more of the same but truthfully sweetie, you looked great, your friend did you a terrific favour and honestly recalling what was had for breakfast is a stretch so a year-old ball gown has no chance of being recalled.
HERE is a social dilemma of the highest order. You receive an invite to join someone whose name is always preceded by the word notorious. The event is one of our more up-market events and as a guest you will receive hours of lavish hospitality with no expense spared. Do you accept and then be seen by all your gal pals living high on the hog with someone they have all shunned? Or do you graciously accept and enjoy the finer things in life knowing that it has been paid for by the ill-gotten gains of your host?
BLAME it on the good times or blame it on the boogie. Who was the dancing dame seen bopping around the dance floor at the Mayoress Ball sans shoes? No, she wasn’t having a Nimbin moment but had simply got so caught up in the vibe of the night that the heels of both shoes broke. Sad to say there was no Cinderella moment with a dashing Prince chasing after her clutching a busted heel. For her it was a matter of limping home in some pain after her whirling Dervish exhibition resulted in a bare foot being trodden upon. Ouch!
THE scene was an up-market event which on the invitation had stipulated a suitable dress code. So you can understand the dilemma of the security folk charged with keeping out the great unwashed at the appearance of one of the guests. Yes, he had an invitation and yes, his name was on the list but he looked as though he had just mowed the lawn and thought he would drop in for a drink or 17. Eventually the host was found and duly vouched for the guest who explained that he thought it was just going to be a quick dinner with friends. It always pays to read the fine print.