I’ve been meaning to write this for a while now and I’ve finally got around to it.
I went to the Cornbury Windup dinner and I had decided to wear my new white jumpsuit that I had bought while I was at Esprit. One of the few items that I have that shows off my corsetted waist and since we were going to the Boathouse for dinner, I figured that most people would be at least a little dressed up. I also took this opportunity for a makeover with Gail Ruginis.
The dinner was fine, pleasant conversation and all that and I came home perfectly satisfied with the whole affair.
On Monday night, I got a call from Gail Steyning (I had picked her up on the way to the dinner). During the call, she mentioned that her landlady had been approached by a neighbour who was protesting the influx of prostitutes in the neighbourhood. I also discovered that my jumpsuit was almost transparent…
Well! Am I ever distressed! Can I show my face there again? What shall I say to her landlady? Of course, Gail couldn’t say anything at the time because what would I be able to do? Going home and changing would have made us really late.
