Party survivor

I survived the three parties. They were actually a lot better than I thought. At Tuesday night's party, we sat at the table with the banjo player, who turned out to be entertainer for the night. He was very interesting and had even "picked" with Earl Scruggs! And he could do the Donald Duck talk like no one else I've ever heard (including Martin!). Thursday night's party was at the Piedmont Driving Club, and I'd never been there before. (It's very elegant) Plus, I had fun catching up with Sallie. We both lamented how we'd lost touch with so many friends from college, and I decided that I'm going to quit using the excuse that "I'll wait until I retire" to stay in touch with people! Last night's party at the Tabernacle was fun. It was quite a bash, with a lot of "important" people in our midst... not that we knew who they were. Bottom line: Charles and I were actually with the hip crowd for a few hours! The funniest thing about the evening, however, is that I'd spent $6.50 on a nice silky pair of "thigh-high" panty hose and when we were walking from our car to the party, one of them started slipping down and dropped to my ankles! I had to pull them off and go hose-less for the whole evening. Speaking of socks (well sort of), Charles has a funny story too: a lady next to him tipped over a glass of wine. It hit his shoes, and his socks ended up soaking wet!

Hmm... I'm debating whether to return the stockings or not.