Now, normally at this age, people are edgy, leery of what black balloons or whatever like items their friends are going to fire at them. Or the red hats. God forbid, the red hats. Last year, at 50, my friends bombarded me with red hat items. (This was after my husband called them and told them that BLACK was definitely out!) However, I really am not a red hat kinda gal. Although I have nothing against the red hats (actually I rather like them--I look good in red) I'm a blue jeans wearing woman with style who would rather think of herself as a classic. You know, still sleek lines (perhaps a little worn), beautiful and something that could still give that old guy pleasure. Unfortunately, the red hat ladies go by that poem that talks about being old and wearing tennis shoes, purple and...well, red hats.
Sorry, I just can't see myself in that. So, the other day in the paper I find this article about the Blue Thong Society! After reading this I said, "Hey, that's me! I still have a kick in my gate! I wanna be a blue thong!" I looked them up. They're a set of savvy women who want to have fun.
And it occurred to me, something about blue thonged women would make a good book. I'll be working on that, but in the meantime, I'll be having lunch with my friends again this year, and you know what? I think I'll buy them each a blue thong...