Old Ladies’ Night Out

Sometimes I can’t believe what our my world has come to. Yesterday, my mother — who didn’t fail to notice that my hair was too ashy, my eyebrows too dark and my arms not toned enough — was telling me about her monthly “girls’ night out” with some of her friends. Apparently, a local restaurant/club hosts the ladies only event, charging $20 per person. There’s food, music, dancing and even contests. Last week, one women won the prize for best (most expensive) purse. Her award: a gift certificate for Botox.

Yes, I live in California.

P.S. As I write this blog, I can feel the ground move from a 5.8 earthquake that just occurred off the gulf of California.