My friends and I like to believe that we have a “multi-cultural” view when it comes to parties and food. This, and a looming cocktail hour, drove us to Thai Thani, a new Channelside restaurant, known for its tasty Springroll and Crab Rangoon appetizers. We sent our friend Carol ahead as a “scout” to grab us a table for four. She was apparently struggling to hold her ground against other guests who wanted to sit down. We walked in just in time, as she had resorted to faking phone calls to convince the waiter that three more people were really due at any moment.
This was a networking event and I, of course, was wearing a hat. It was a straw hat, its edges bordered in black, a black ribbon and a gorgeous black silk organza flower in the front. My dress was a pretty “business casual” style and I wore black leather high heel pumps. I felt feminine and demure.
First to approve my hat were J.P. (John Paul) and Brooks, two very nice young men. I proceeded to ask John Paul if he was named after a Pope and I asked Brooks if he was a “gentleman’s valet”. Fortunately, they took the name jokes in stride. We laughed and visited for some time and I didn’t feel, even a little bit, like a “cougar”. Seriously girls – don’t consult a plastic surgeon – first, buy a few hats! The right hat will make you look 10 years younger and you’ll find yourself meeting and chatting with attractive young men.
I always enjoy the comments and compliments from other women who like my hats. My friend Gloria was at the bar with two other friends. As they admired my hat, Gloria explained that we both used to belong to a downtown club and that she NEVER saw me without a hat! I’m sure that you are realizing by now that my affair with hats has been going on for a very long time.
As I was passing by the bar, another group scooped me up to talk about hats. These three loved my hat and, somehow, engaged me in a conversation about “age”. Jerrold wanted to bet on who was the oldest. Let’s just say that, after they gave their birth years, I escaped before they could realize that I don’t play that game. You see, Hats = Fun = Youth!
After much conversation with old friends and new, we took a tour of the lovely décor with manager, Matthew. We all agreed that the event venue and outcome deserved a “thumbs up”.
As I drove home, I decided to stop for coffee with my friend John and his dog, Bentley. You have probably seen the movie with Diane Lane in which she looks for a date online. She believed that a good guy – “Must Love Dogs” (movie title). After an excited and affectionate greeting from Bentley, I have concluded that a good dog – “Must Love Hats”.