Well, yesterday was strange in that it went from kooky to wonderfully fun. It just happened to be the night of my husband's company Christmas party, or holiday party for those of you who are politically correct.

He just started the job two weeks ago and I wasn't expecting to attend the party this year, but he wanted to go, so I went. But before I went I did a number of things. One of them very stupid.
I had my eyebrows waxed.

And let me tell you, I will NEVER, EVER do it again.

This country gal has always had semi-bushy eyebrows and no one has ever had a problem with them. They aren't that dark, so I always just left them as is.

Well, considering that this shindig was being held at the prestigious Standard Club in Chicago, and the nice Oriental lady at the nail salon where I was having a full set put on said that I needed my brows plucked and waxed, I decided to be brave and go for it.

That said, the waxing part wasn't as bad as I figured. She was fast and the sting was brief. But when it came to the plucking, it hurt like hell!

Call me a big baby if you will, but why do we women endure stuff like that?

....to get the nicely shaped, and much thinner, eyebrows that are so highly prized by today's women-on-the-go.

"I make you beautiful and husband will love you," said my stylist.

"He'd better!" I said, eyes watering, as she plucked and made me feel as if white hot needles were poking me in my brows.

Of course, when I showed him my new look, all he said was that my regular brows were just fine.

His funeral is tomorrow.

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Now, on to the Standard Club...

Now, this was the swankiest holiday party I have ever attended, with or without my spouse.

The Club's second floor is old-world beautiful with dark wood paneling and marble fireplaces. A thousand people or so, dressed in their formal best, milling around, drinking champagne, wines, mixed drinks of all sorts, and listening to the melodic notes of the harp player in the corner, covered every inch of the second floor where hors d'oeuvres were being offered by passing waiters.

After being summoned upstairs to the main dining room, we all made our way to the next course, turkey and roast beef with all sorts of mashed potatoes (lobster, wasabi, sweet, and regular).


Later, we made our way to the next floor where there was a beautiful dessert buffet table laden with all kinds of fruits, two chocolate fountains, and more... The floor was all in red and white. Red, sheer curtains hung on the walls, draped around the doors and ushered you into the Grand Ballroom where a live band was performing and more drinks were offered.

It was extremely posh to me.

Now I am sure that there are other places even nicer and people who have seen those places, but in my life, this was the most enjoyable time I have ever had to date and it really impressed me.

I can't wait until next year!