It was a frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
For those who are unaware, Betty Fokker came into being as part of a group of women who all read the same blog, who all had a “Betty name” so that we could post in anonymity if so desired. “Betty” was the chosen appellation because “Betty” has traditionally been a moniker for a beautiful and awesome woman.
Yesterday some Betties lunched together in a central location, and it turns out they are as super-duper in real life as they are when they are merely words on the interwebs. There was me, Darth Betty (who got me involved with the Betties in the first place and whom I have know for a long time), Chronic Betty, (who is the Mayor of Goodreads, y’all), and Betty Crocker (who has three girls just like me, but hers are all grown up now).
Here is a picture:
Starting from the left is Chronic Betty in green, me with my back to the camera to preserve my air of mystery, Betty Crocker, and Darth Betty. Just so my friends/readers in the UK know, I’m making a “peace” sign, which I know it is very rude where you are but I promise it’s not naughty over here at all. I just didn’t think it through before throwing my hand up. Go figure. Hmmm … and now I realize that my second finger is obscured by the wall color, so it looks like I am making a rude American gesture.
:::headdesk:::
There was much fun had that day. There was laughter and stories and camaraderie and literary analysis and frank discussions of preferred sexual positions and even politics. In short, all the things you would assume would get discussed with the Fokker at the table. Then they went with me to find a new shirt, because I need a dress-casual top for when I guest lecture at a university in a few weeks. New tops act like a confidence wig, allowing you to bamboozle college students (which Lilo calls “collegers”) into thinking you are all adult and shit. Betty Crocker brought me stuff in the dressing room, so she has seen me in all my granny-panties glory. Envy her.
A good time was had by all.
I missed the granny panties, but I did get a flash of bra when Fokker tried on a dress with a rather JLo-esque neckline. Hubba, hubba.
Also, one of the salesgirls overheard us talking (we were hard to miss), AND SHE RECOGNIZED THE NAME OF FOKKER! You should have seen the look on her face when Fokker realized she was experiencing her first public sighting.
*Snort* yep, I did a double take on that finger! (Why is she flipping us off, I wondered.) So glad you had a good time! (What does the shirt look like?)
Don’t worry, the ‘v’ hand gesture is only rude to us Brits when made with the back of the hand facing outwards – it is the peace sign here too, when the palm faces outwards – rudeness averted! Wish I could have seen your face when you were ‘recognised’…
Yes, do not make the mistake my friend made asking for 2 more beers in a loud bar with his hand facing the wrong direction.
One of the proud…Betties! (teehee)
Betties, lunch, shopping…how perfect a day is that? Glad you all had fun!
What Fun!!!! I’m so jealous. And so happy, because Betties getting together is cause for much celebration. I could feel the world getting even awsomer.
Oh the joy! Yay Betties!
I would shop with you absolutely ANY DAY!!! And I haven’t had so much adult girl fun in quite a while – thank you for that! MWAH!!!
okay – when you read “adult girl fun” it sounds way more perverted than it did in my head LOL
lol what exactly went on in that dressing room?
I’m so envious and yet at the same time I’m so dammed happy for y’all!
Fokker you are so going to love Caitlan Moran’s book. There is a hilarious 3 or 4 paragraph section where she goes off about big panties vs those other uncomfortable things. She even describes just how big the panties she wears are. I laugh again just remembering it.
I can hear you know blowing the minds of those college kids. For one day they will come out from under the impression that they know everything there is to know!
oh the delightful and life affirming glow of a supernova of betties!!!!
Hoping for news on the guest lecturing!