Benefit Crashers

Earlier this morning we attended a benefit in the Texas Medical Center where we ate quiche with Barbara Bush…well, we ate quiche BEHIND Barbara Bush. Surely she knew we were there. Everyone else seemed to have spotted us from a mile away. Perhaps we looked out of place among the other uppity bitches, after all I did leave my scarf and brooch at home. If Harmony had only worn her twin set and pearls, we would have definitely made the pages of society magazine, PaperCity. It was like being at a sorority function, and I was lucky enough to find the only other heathen in the room. Every sorority has a couple of girls like us…you know, the kind who joined for the free t-shirts and parties.

A quick scan of the room, okay, Babs is seated and the Secret Service agent has refilled her coffee. We’re outta there, with Harms smoking a cigarette on the way out. Don’t make eye contact, or they will ask where we are going. Now we are off to our next community service event where we will continue to service the community.