Thursday night and again on Saturday night, I contacted a Toronto limousine company hoping to go to the vicinity of the Pearson International Airport at their convenience.
On Sunday morning, I couldn't wait for it to come at the agreed hour and telephoned them only to be told, they thought it was to be a Monday morning drive for them.
I asked them my alternatives. They said they would give me with a call back. In a couple of minutes, the dispatcher gave me the telephone number of our largest taxi fleet. I called them. They came immediately. I was driven to the restaurant in north Mississauga where the party was being held.
The party was a smash. Everyone that owned a rubber duckie or two brought them along and set them on the table in front of them. There weren't too many of us who "wore" our rubber duckies but I had a dozen of them - three on each shoulder and six on my hat.
The day finally came when I had to clean my costume or dry clean it and decided the rubber duckies had to come off. There was no other way.
At the party, I sat at a table with Redhatters from the Cambridge area and Mississauga. They were so swish, I realized I was the clown with my rubber duckies sewn onto my costume. Ladies, it was as though I had never grown up!
Betty Ann, our hostess with the mostest wore a floor length yellow Mardi Gras dress. Dorothy wore a vintage shop find and Faith donned a web delight. Heather (Countess Merlot) stayed trimly dressed in reglia colours adorned by mardi gras coloured feather boas. I could almost see the toes on Faith's purple satin pumps clicking together much as Dorothy's magic shoes in The Wizard Of Oz.
After luncheon, Betty Ann had ten of us go outside onto the sidewalk with a railing around to the back door and dance back and forth. I actually won fourth prize for my costume a one-cup teapot and teacup.
QM Bonnie Sandison, Assistant Hostess to FQM LadyChai Queen Aurora Betty Ann Vento.
A couple of Pink Hatters came one of whom brought Grandma with her and sent Grandma home with her visiting friend Pink Hatter from eastern Ontario. I had latched onto Grandma as soon as she arrived and begged a ride as far as the west end of the subway line and got it. The rest of the journey was anti-climactic as I rode homeward on the Subway.
