Yay Rolf!

This partner of mine needs a name. . . I think I’ll call him Rolf. He-he, Rolf. Yay.

We had dinner at the tony Tower Club last Thursday. It was a private little affair sponsored by my partner’s company. Rolf works for a consulting company, one of the 100 Best Companies to Work for as rated by Fortune Magazine. Every once in a while there are little gatherings with the President & CEO, and other uppity-ups, slumming with the peasants.

This time was a small affair, cocktails and dinner at a private club. Rolf and I sat right next to the President/CEO and his wife! I was very nervous. There were 10 people at our round table. Everyone had a good time, especially our hosts. They were just charming. I have to wonder about the two couples who turned down the cocktails and wine, though. Was it due to conservatism? What did they think of the two of us? And what did they think about the two of us being invited to come out and live our lives out loud and proud just like them?

The first time Rolf was invited to a company event, it was to the Steeple Chase Races in Middleburg. Horse racing! Horses running and jumping fences, banks and water-jumps, hurdles, post-and-rail to huge logs. I felt just like Eliza Doolittle at the Ascot Races.

(Is that Jackie O. at the races?)

We were in the reserved pavilion drinking champagne or on the hillside viewing boxes, and just had the very best view. And I’m there, just like all the other wives. Just exactly like all the other wives.

That. Is. So. Wild!

And wonderful.

I shopped for hats just like the other wives, too.