A few weeks ago, I attended the first meeting of the school year for the Girl Scout troop I am mentoring. Get this... the meeting was at a country club. The leader who's a member (well technically her family is a member since her grandfather was a founder) tried to tell me that the club used to be kitschy and only became fancy in the last few years. But still.
The oddest part about the club was the cabanas. It was in Malibu on the beach, so each family had a beach facing cabana where they could hang out. But the cabanas reminded me more of storage units you can rent by the month -- complete with metal roll-up door and no windows. About the same size too. But it was nice!
So the reference to cotillion. I had always thought cotillion was something done only in books and movies. I know it's Southern, but I didn't think even people in the South still had cotillions. But no, the girls in the Girl Scout troop are in the process of planning their cotillions. Crazy! I'm hoping to get invited. It sounds fun and fancy :)
And the reference to Conan... I dropped my car off at the gas station to be washed, and I sat in a Starbucks for a while and did work. Before picking up the car, I decided to walk over to the bank and get some cash for tip. On my way back to the gas station, I noticed three people walking backwards while taking pictures. I was trying to figure out what or who they were photographing. I saw a guy walking with his son, so I assumed they were famous. I stared at the guy for a while, and I realized it was Conan O Brien! It was so exciting! I did feel bad for him though since he was just trying to go on a walk with his son and they were being photographed like crazy by the paparazzi.
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