PINKY OUT

Apr 9, 2015 by

PINKY OUT

When I walked in the room, I immediately felt like I was going through sorority rush.  Not that I knew the feeling personally.  I refused to do that back in the day—-it was nineteen seventy, the lowest year on record for college pledges and I decided to be an independent.  We used to call them GDI’s.  Besides, with my sister being a KAPPA, I felt we had already made out family’s contribution to the Greek world.  Hey, I wasn’t a total misfit, I was on the student union committee.  But back to the room.  I had been persuaded to join this group by my friend, Janey, who knew I wasn’t not a “joiner” but in her words, “this group was different”.  I really thought I’d say yes, but be

TEXANA'S GOLF TRIP

TEXANA’S GOLF TRIP

conveniently out of town for the first gatherings and then slowly slip away.  But as I read the sign-up interest form, there were such things to check like fly fishing, Top Golf, outdoor games and even zip lining at CandleLight Ranch just outside of Marble Falls.  I must say, the group did have promise.  I also have a friend, Toni, who had joined the year before and I knew she was a very creative and cool person (from Marfa, no less), so what the heck.  I had been to the first mixer at The Trails clubhouse and I had gone with a small group of members to Austin for a Top Golf day.  (What a way to jump in.  As it was, I was probably the only one who had not been club golf champion and didn’t know a soul.  I weathered through it and resigned myself to the theory that someone has to be last in competitive games.)  Oh well, again, back to the room.  This function was at my friend Cleo’s home on the lake.  Beautiful setting and it was a gorgeous hill country day.  I had dressed very conservatively and comfy.  I was relieved that everyone, evidently, shared that same philosophy.  I snuck in and set my little hostess gift for Cleo on the entry table and dived in.  Did I mention this was a coffee to welcome new members?  When I got the invitation, I had shades of flashbacks to the days of “formal teas“.  Now, you young readers will not have a clue to what these were, but, years ago there were these ceremonial parties that had receiving lines and beverages served in a silver service that some anointed attendee ladled into your glass cup that only Thumbelina could get her finger through the loop so you kinda pinched it with you thumb and forefinger—and of course, stuck you pinky out.  The food was teeny bits of things like asparagus rolled up in a slice of bread that had been flattened, then buttered and toasted to golden perfection.  Other crowd favorites were dates stuffed with almonds and wrapped in bacon and ,of course, petit fours.  But, I digress.  Back to the room.  I make my way past two women who were deep in

NEW GOLF FRIENDS!

NEW GOLF FRIENDS!

conversation that clearly didn’t interest or include me and I pressed on.  Except for Cleo, I barely recognized anybody.  Thoughts of what I could be doing ,instead of this, started creeping in my head.  I tried to catch Cleo’s eye but she was busy with hostess duties…..I was left on my on.  George Gobel once said, “The whole world is a tuxedo and I’m a pair of brown shoes”.  Shades of adolescence insecurities started creeping up the back of my neck.  I pressed on.  I found some smiling faces who immediately included me in the conversation and found a common interest.  I heard about the new science museum ,in of all places, Johnson City.  I then met other “girls” who liked to fish and golf—the day was picking up.  All of a sudden I was schmoozing and working the room.  I looked up and I was tho only one left who was not on the host committee.  Who was I?  I said my good byes and walked to the door.  I smugly looked at my little hostess gift and glowed that my mother had raised me well as I heard her voice saying always take a little something for the hostess.  I walked to the car and stopped to feel the spring sun on my face.  It turned out to be a good day.

THE PERFECT HOSTESS

THE PERFECT HOSTESS

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