| Here we are, LETTER 14, what a JOY... |
| Letters from Shirley Letter 14 Here we go again… I’m in the mood; I’m in the mood to write. Let’s see page 13 was about October. We can make this page Christmas Party Weekend. I don’t think I went out in November. I think there was a money problem somewhere, like in my pocket. So I knew the Christmas party was coming up. I got into my red dress and it was sooo tight. I have not been able to wear this dress out yet. So with no money in November it was a good time to diet. I lost 6 pounds before the party and got into the dress. There were lots of tight things under the dress to HOLD me into it. I had been to an antique show and bought a very nice rhinestone necklace and earrings. They are so pretty. So off to Portland I go. Saturday afternoon I check into the Motel. This is the same Motel that the party is at. Good planning don’t you think? I went to the store and got a sandwich and snacks to hold me over until dinner. Drinks were at 7:30 or so and I was on time and sooooo beautiful. I got many comments about my dress and jewels. It was a nice dinner and some of the girls sang after dinner. Not me, Shirley is not allowed to singing, NO NO. Well dinner is over and I think, “ I’m in PORTLAND and Hobo’s is here”. So off I go into the night. Got a ride over the river and I’m there. The good-looking bartender is working tonight. Three or four other girls come in and we talk and then I think I should go dance at CC’s. I didn’t see anybody at first and then everybody was there. I danced and pranced. I got my picture taken. I had a ball… Did you know that I love to dance? I want to learn to SALSA with a man, but the doorman at the Latin place on the corner does not think it would be a good idea for me to go in there. BOO HOO I think it got pretty late…. I think I decided to go back to the motel, but I stopped for one more at Hobo’s. Bill was there and wanted to buy me a drink, so I let him. Bill wanted other things too, BUT he didn’t get it. I’m not the type of girl you know. Sunday morning I didn’t get up until 10:30. I didn’t feel too good, know what I mean???? Oh well, by Tuesday I was fine. As we get older it takes more time to get well. I just love being myself, Shirley that is. Are you trying to be yourself????? Some times it feels so right. You just know in your “knower” that you are on the right track. This weekend the train was running just fine…….. Love Shirley J |
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