Just got back from the holiday party held by the apartment complex. The announcement that was sent out specified "appropriate dress," but apparently folks' interpretation of that varies widely. For the most part, though, I guess it involves jeans & t-shirts. Naturally, I was overdressed (pathetic, considering I was wearing the same thing I wore out to a movie in NYC). The food was OK, but it just depressed me to see all the serving people done up in their tux shirts and bow ties, serving schlubs in shorts and flip-flops. Mom has never gone before, and she has decided she won't go again. I might go next year, but I can assure you I won't bother dressing up.
As I type this, Mom's watching a special about gangsters and their guns, which just happens to feature photos and movie footage taken at the scene of Bonnie & Clyde's death. The re-enactment they put together featured an ivory car, but, having seen it (and my memory is backed up by the death scene documentation in the show), I can assure you it was a dung brown shade. Ah, the historical innacuracies of television...how might I stomach them? ;)
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