Having few other sources of amusement in this godforsaken town,
I (like many others) get my jollies reading about the exploits
of our own social butterfly, the Downtown
Diva, in her weekly column. This week's offering was blessedly less
self-absorbed than usual — an amusing take on hurricane
names instead of the expected ad nauseum
blather about her frocks & *darling boyfriend*.... But it also
contained a paragraph or two about a 50th birthday party for the woman
whose photo appears here, saying "Jane is one of those girls who's the
perfect example of why 50 is the new 30." ...uh huh... ~ Note to Diva: me tinks you might need a new pair of glasses, dahlink...
~ I'll probably burn in hell for saying this, but while this
unfortunate looking woman is probably quite nice & bright &
wonderful, she looks 30 about as much as my mother does... Calling Extreme Makeover!!!
