last night ky, adam and i went to my dad's resturant expecting a typical dinner, but it was not typical at all! a local chapter of the red hat society were also in attendance and each paid via seventeen separate cheque. it was nuts.
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What restaurant is your dad's? That is kewl...I didn't know he had a restaurant!
Those bitches be all crazy wit they red pimp hats.
I work with a lady who is a red hat lady, and she scares me.
my dad is the head of the culinary department at macomb college there is a prix fixe resturant there (called center stage where the students work as on the different lines and waitstaff. my dad is the head chef as well as the instructor.
jeremy,
the ladies are insane and out of control. most of them had sequined purses and one even crocheted her own floppy red hat. there was one (well over 80 years old) who had a purple & red cane. scary.
I asked the lady from work if she was there, and SHE WAS.
Now that's a proper bunch of loonies! Wow. You sure they're not some sort of royalist conspirators, plotting to overthrow the government?
sylvia,
you don't have the RH society in england? man, life must be great!
this shit is in every catalog, craft show, mall kiosk, etc. blegghh.
I learn something new every day here!
No RH society as such, but I'm sure it's a popular style of dressing among old bats of little England.
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