Time to wear the mask baby! Whether you like it or not, COVID is here to stay. Think of this as shiat on a shoe. Even if you think you removed it from your shoe, it’s still there. That smell. You just can’t get rid of it.
This is analogous to COVID. Get it?
COVID is NOT goin’ away. At least not until more people get vaccinated.
I for one, never had COVID. I have no idea why I did not catch this virus, or, shall I say, COVID never caught me. However, I march on!
Dr. Fauci’s COVID Prevention Tips
I have done everything my spiritual leader Dr. Fauci requested
Wear a mask indoors at public places.
I got vaccinated.
I wash my hands all day long.
I take a shower at least once a day (for good measure).
Dr. Fauci’s COVID Prevention List is based on Science. However, in addition to Fauci’s list, we Hot Mamas need to follow a COVID Prevention List that is an outgrowth of everyday life.
I don’t know about y’all, but I have created my own COVID Prevention Tips List which is based on Gay’s Common Sense.
Gay’s COVID Prevention Tips not Mentioned by Dr. Fauci:
1. Get SCOPE/Breath Freshener Spray for your breath! When you wear a mask, FYI, your breath stinks!
2. Wear a mask in bed: for relationships that are falling apart due to the pandemic, masking is a great excuse, I mean priceless opportunity to ‘stay safe’.
3. For Vaccinated families: Too much togetherness! INfighting has returned! Don’t we know it honey! That Delta Variant is yet another great excuse for postponing family gatherings.
4. If you are shopping at TJ Maxx and you see another hot mama checkin’ out a designer label dress in your size, feign a coughing attack! Watch everyone run away from you! Go in for the kill and grab the dress!
You betcha baby! This event was liberating. No masks. Peeps vaccinated. What a wonderful opportunity to ‘mingle’ again. It was akin to a ‘Get Out of COVID Jail Free Card’.
Kudos to Tracy
Sistahs, y’all gotta give credit when credit is deserved. Tracy hosted this intimate soirée to join with Grazia Magazine USA to celebrate their recent publication “The Grazia Gazette: The Hamptons Volume II.
And I got invited!
I know! You are just dyin’ to know what the event was like!
Well, let’s set the scene.
East Hampton Point
If I must say so myself, Tracy and her team, were brilliant in picking this location.
The ‘Point’ has always been a spectacular location for a restaurant. It is situated on the harbor in East Hampton, where you can literally soak in the sun, boats and be part of that swanky, upscale bar scene.
Bring it on girlfriends! Welcome back to the good ole’ new days!
See and Be Seen!
Gay is bustin’ loose sistahs! Break out out the booze, pop the champagne, and let’s party!
In Gay’s fantasy world, I envisioned myself sashayin’ through the restaurant to schmooze with any famous peeps that could be at this event.
And y’all know me, I was on a mission to find at least one celeb! Amen to that!
If I do say so myself, I think I just might have pulled off my master plan to look absolutely stunnin’! I’d love to look breath-takin’, but let’s not push it.
Fear Not sistahood! Despite the obstacles thrown in my path, notably aging, a bad back, bad feet, gross hands and nails, bags under my eyes, and perilous belly bloat, I was determined to create a vision of a newGay that would last the duration of the luncheon.
Indeed. Think of an older version of the fairy tale Cinderella, but no fairy godmama, and an old(er) Cindy.
The only fairy dust I had was a tube of some miracle under eye cream that purportedly magically erases wrinkles and flattens those dark, puffy circles.
Gimme Gimme Gimme!
Problem: the cream only works for a few hours, and then everything goes back to shiat.
Yes, my tale could end up worse than Cindy’s. Could you imagine I’m a schmoozin’ with a celeb, and all of a sudden, one eye, then another eye, starts to sag and puff out? Oh, the shame of it all. Timin’ is everything, and I cannot overstay my welcome!
I tried my bestest. I shopped at the finest of stores, TJ Maxx in Bridgehampton. And girl, did I ever luck out! I almost had to run over another chick to grab that dress.
As I live and breathe, the day that I scored a Theory dress and cute Wedges was a very good day. Go figure! Better than sex!
Why better than sex? The dress and shoes last way longer than one orgasm! Think girls, think!
But a dress don’t glam you up. No, no, no. Bring on the jewels and the fancy schmancy handbag! Even if they be faux, no matter ladies! You have to package yourself and give the image that you are the real deal baby!
Remember my mantra: It is not how you feel, but it is how you look! And dahlin’, you look mahvelous!
Fellow hot mamas, I did it. Yes! Despite my deep rooted insecurities, I pulled off the impossible and, if I do say so myself, actually looked damn good! Or, as good as I can look at this point in my life.
The Wine, The Peeps!
Life. A beautiful thing. Particularly when you are schmoozin’ in East Hampton and the Rosé was just a-flowin’.
And yes, Garçon, s’il vous plaît, I shall have another glass!
After cocktails, we were escorted to a secluded porch and were seated at a very long table, which was adorned with fresh flowers and beautiful linen. My seat was purr-fect. Really. I had a direct view of the harbor, and even spotted a stunning yacht or two. Not too bad for moi, a nobody.
However, who knew I would be seated alongside the nicest, funniest people. Really. Go figure! I met a professional photographer, a Branding Expert, a Marketing Expert, and a person who sells Caviar. Wow. What fun!
I could go on and on about this soirée, however, time was a tickin’! After a few hours, I realized I needed to make a dash for it, before I turned back into a 57 year old woman who was cooped up in a house for 18 months.
I also had another engagement I needed to attend, so it was time for me to skedaddle! I know, such a busy person! So many places to go, people to see!
I bid a fond adieu to my new friends and drove off to the next event! The good news was that as I looked into the car’s rearview mirror, I noticed my eyes were still intact and the eye cream was in fact magical.