It is so hard to find time to take care of housework and things with all the fun options available day and night. Even with pulling out of the billiards club it doesn't seem to have opened up any spare time. But it's a great problem to have.
The opportunities for silliness here have no limits, which appeals to me greatly. We had a fundraiser for the pickleball club lately and I was assigned to sell 50/50 tickets. Since it was a Western theme, I figured I'd go as a saloon girl.
I found the blond wig at Party City and this wonderful skanky dress at Goodwill. I also picked up some very comfortable cowboy looking boots and hat as well, but the hat didn't fit well over the wig. That's a lot of hair!
It became apparent immediately that the red feather boa was a mistake. Either that or it was molting season, because I left a trail of feathers everywhere in the park. It also stained my skin red after I started sweating while dancing, so that part will not be repeated.
Hmm, it does seem I targeted mostly the men in the audience to buy my tickets. Must have been all that make up I was wearing,
Some of the men really got into the role-playing and others looked absolutely terrified of me. Yup, that's the effect I have on men.
I recall promising several lap dances if they were the winning ticket and we did have record sales of 50/50 tickets that night, giving away $650 in prizes.
This was the big winner of the evening, which happens to be a friend of ours and I was trying to explain that no matter how much money he tried to pay me, I was not going through with the lap dance. A girl has a right to change her mind.
About a week after this I was honored to wear the pickle costume during our Carriage Manor Days parade. Is this place great or what!
I think this may actually be a park for the terminally insane, but again...I fit right in with the rest of them. It's like a summer camp for old people and we all act like we're in about third grade...well, maybe not that refined.
Long Live the Queen