A customer service peep after my own heart.
The “Diner En Blanc” thing.
So, this was definitely a “see and be seen” thing, but it was really light-hearted and and the mood was always fun.
Hundreds of people. There was champagne. Do the math.
Y’all remember those ostentatious, ridiculous dresses (and that jumpsuit!) that my friends and I had fun with?
Absolutely none of them would’ve been out of place.
Including the jumpsuit.
I swear I saw at least two versions of the feather-trimmed swing dress, and three cousins of the jumpsuit.
There were some in rather conservative attire, some who just found whatever white clothing they could gather, at least one or two women who were giving their straight-up wedding dresses another go-round (and why not?) plenty of “umm, WTF?” (hint: sheer white clothing is unforgiving if you haven’t given sufficient thought to your undergarments … or lack thereof) and lots of men in white linen and fancy hats.
The only woman in the entire crowd both my mother & I felt looked out of place was a poor soul in a cream dress with a pink floral pattern on the whole thing.
Women had battery-operated lights on their hats and/or on their ring fingers, there were flowers and feathers (both real & fake) everywhere - esp. towards the end of the shindig they were floatin’ around - and everyone is encouraged to bring (and go nutz with) table settings.
Ah, and the Sooper Sekrit Location turned out to be Lone Star Park, which is a hyuuuuge horse race track in Grand Prairie
https://www.lonestarpark.com/
The following will only make sense to DFW peeps:
We were on those buses rollin’ down Bush Turnpike past I-30 and everything 'till it’s not even a highway anymore. (“Are we going to Las Colinas?” Which would have made sense; it’s a rather nice destination.)
So. Much. Concrete. So many overpasses for all these other highways heading for yet more strip malls surrounded by parking lots paved with concrete.
But we passed the exits for Las Colinas, passed … well, everything civilized, till finally I turned to my mom and said, “Are we going to Kansas, or gonna wind up on the evening news, or … ?”
Pulled into one of those enormous parking lots you can’t imagine if you haven’t ever been to DFW, (“are we doing this … here … ?”) but everything got sorted and once we got outta the ginormous parking lot & into the venue, everyone mostly had a good time.
Got ahold of Sweet Manager and while I did tell her I was quite tired, I offered to go in (“please, no closing.”) She said the most helpful thing was for me to come in - well, right about then - to cover so the crew could start their breaks.
… which is how I found myself running the entire line (sauce ‘n’ chz station, sausage/pepp station, AND final toppings) all at the same time, while muttering, “I’m not even supposed to BE here today” and wiping my hands to catch the phones.
Honestly, I wasn’t even irritated. (Mostly cuz I knew I wouldn’t be there for long.) It was just a feeling of, “Yeah, bitches, I’m back!!”