~~THE PERFORMANCE THREAD~~ **aside** ((action)) %%thought%%

[Daniel]

JACK:

**Ah, takes me back to them good ole days. That was the day I married Lureen. Saw her in that weddin' dress and just couldn't move fast enough.**

[Meryl]

((The TWISTS arrive at the Childress Dance Hall....



followed by the MALONES



and notice that the EMPRESS OF EVERYTHING has preceded them



along with L. D. and FAYETTE NEWSOME



and, of course, the HIGH PRIESTESS))

[Ellemeno]

((Of course.))

[coffeecat33]

Empress of Everything

Well red always was my best color.


**The Empress notices the irony of talking about color when posting a b&w photo but there can't be nothing done about it right now. Gotta run.**

[Daniel]

JACK:

((Jack runs outside to see what's keeping everyone.))

**What? Valet service? Folks, this is a charity dance. There ain't no valet parkin', now get in here! The band's already gone through three fiddles and workin' on a fourth!**

[Meryl]

JACK:

((Jack runs outside to see what's keeping everyone.))

**What? Valet service? Folks, this is a charity dance. There ain't no valet parkin', now get in here! The band's already gone through three fiddles and workin' on a fourth!**

HIGH PRIESTESS:

**No worries, dahling.  The band and I are working up something special in the interim...**

[Lynne]

LaShawn:

%%I'm late, I'm late...I can't believe that Randall, rushing me - he doesn't give a woman a bit of time to get ready and I sure can't show up looking like I have the fashion sense of some TriDelt or somethin!

Just take Easter, for instance.  I went through a hunnerd hats, and all of them were wrong, wrong, wrong!  Finally settled on something sedate, but geez, the swag I had to wade thru!!!  Why am I a hunnerd plus miles from Nieman Marcus, hunh?

Just check out that trouble I had finding an Easter Hat...Randall was no help, I tell you...he just sits himself outside the dressing room and nods, no matter what I come out in - I swear I could be wearin a feed sack and he'd still nod and approve!!  His mind's elsewhere, on crappie fishin', I reckon.

Here are a few I considered and rejected:

Eventually, I just gave up and wore a small white pillbox...better to err on the side of conservatism here in Childress, I figure, at least until Randall gets established.  Jackie O was classy, right?  I sure wouldn't want any of his coworkers to think his wife is too flamboyant or somethin!

But now, the Charity Ball is here!

I swear, I don't think my heartbeat will ever get back to normal!  Getting invited to that, I think, means that Randall is finally accepted here in the Childress inner circle - so much rides on this one single night.  I sure hope nothin' goes wrong.  Nothin' I want more than for Randall to be acceptable so I we can make the right kinds of friends.

I'm waffling between two dresses:


or....



I think choice 2 makes my posterior look like one of Roy Taylor's horses.  Guess I'll go with #1.  Sure wish I had a girlfriend here to bounce this stuff off of.  If wardrobe fails to impress, I'll just have to fall back on my bubbly personality, I reckon.  I don't think I've ever met a soul who didn't like me.  Though there was that one fraternity brother of Randall's at A&M...but I reckon that's old news...%%

[Meryl]

<------Randall's fraternity brother

[Front-Ranger]

LUREEN:

(to LaShawn)

You can bounce anything you want off me, GirlFRiend! Just remember I wuz Tri Delt and you wazn't! That shows who's bottom and who's top! I wouldn't say that about your posterior--we wouldn't want to insult Roy Taylor and his horses! Tell you what--why don't you dance with ma husband so I can see that cute lil posterior in motion?!

[welliwont]