Yesterday we went to a luncheon given by a local paper. The function was called '20 for 20' honoring 20 people in the community doing good things in the state. Excy was nominated for his work with the wild horses. All we had to do was show up for lunch and get a certificate. Easy-peasy. Everyone was very nice and it was an eclectic crowd. And, they gave me the floral centerpiece at our table!~ which my cats are busily snacking on when they think we're not looking...
Then we ran across town that night for a cocktail/birthday party that evolved into the party that seemingly never ended - we finally left at midnight. The poor host - I think he must've thought he'd have to dig out the sleeping bags...there were still four people there when we made our exit. We didn't know anyone but the host and the honoree, but made several new friends.
I did have an unusual encounter, however. A young woman came up to me and asked if I had noticed that she was the only black person there.
Uh m. Yeah. Not that I cared about such things, but I do notice things.
Then she asked if I knew how many times black people washed their hair. I had no idea, but my black friends have mentioned their hair issues...I told her I had no idea; did she know how many times white people washed their hair? And would she believe I only washed my hair once or twice a week? (Gray hair doesn't seem to get oily).
She asked me why I used a cane, but before I answered she launched into a story about breaking her leg in two places...she was hyper and -- uh -- over-served, but sweet and funny...though I couldn't help wonder what points she was trying to get across when the conversation went off the rails...fortunately our host came over eventually and saved me...and she hugged me and pronounced me one of the few 'real' people she'd met, whatever that means.
Fortunately, I learned I wasn't the only one who couldn't figure her out.
When our host left his condo to walk us to the elevator to see us out and continue our conversation, she locked him out of his own house!~ I'm pretty sure someone unlocked the door, since I heard from him this afternoon and he didn't mention the incident...
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11 comments:
Congratulations to Excy!
That gal sounds kinda strange... and it has nothing to do with color. (perhaps because she was over-served) Was she close friends with the host, or just a guest of someone else?
What a wonderful honor for Excy.
Maybe her issues were a combination of alcohol and psychological issues.
Congrat to Excy and you too. Recognition is always a wonderful thing.
That lady was strange but she did give you material for an interesting post.
Well that was a little "odd" to say the least. I guess she really overstayed her welcome. Congratulations to Excy, it was well deserved.
Congrats to your man!
Congrats to your husband.
Wow this woman does not seem to quite had the basic social norms down, does she? As Patti said, at least the encounter gave you material for an interesting post.
Congrats to Excy. A strange encounter with the woman, sort of sad in a way.
Sounds like a helluva party! Congrats on the honor. Can think of two more deserving people.
Interesting crowd...Congratulations on the recognition of Excy's work on behalf of wild horses.
Now that's an interesting and unusual encounter. Are you indeed real?
Love,
Janie Junebug
That was too funny about her asking you about how often she washes her hair. She sounds a little more than over served...
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