After thinking about it the party for a couple of days I sent Dyana a letter telling her how much I enjoyed talking to her at the TGA meeting and that I would very much like to attend her party. Well for some reason I thought all girls were on the Net so I was surprised when Liella contacted me asking for my phone number so Dyana could call me. Well I gave it to her and I called Dyana that night, and we had a short but enjoyable conversation.
As the party date neared I planned my outfit. I had ordered a long black chiffon skirt and an embossed multi-colored velour top with long chiffon sleeves. The skirt had arrived but like most of my mail orders the top was on back order. So I had planned to wear a gold lamé top instead. Fortune was with me in that the top arrived the day before the party.
I had signed up to join the Kappa Beta group in late November and the first news letter alerted me to the fact that this was going to be a KB meeting. So I was a little nervous (if you know anything about me its I am nervous a lot) meeting this new group for the first time. So I wanted to look my best and present myself in a very lady like manner (first impressions and all).
I had formulated an excuse to be at the party (I am in the closet at home) in that I would be attending a company Christmas party that would be late and I really should not try to drive home that evening (safety is always a good excuse).
I checked into a motel and got dressed. This was going to be a big day for me in that I would be driving to the party dressed in the afternoon. Yes I know that this is not a big step but for me it was still a step forward. I left the room after re-doing my nails three times; I just kept messing them up. The drive was pleasant, and I now know why we girls are worse drivers than our male counter parts - sensory overload. I was on a euphoric high. Every color, every sound, every smell, every feeling is just intensified when I am dressed; and with all that input coming into my tiny little brain who has time to think about driving. Maybe that is way I did not turn at the Food Lion and kept driving to the next county. I fortunately had my cell phone and called Dyana's house and got turned around in the correct direction (I swear there was a stop light on her map).
Well I got to the party and most of the KB girls were already there so I timidly entered this brave new world. Everyone there was so friendly and I got introduced to so many girls at once that I could not remember all of their names. When I came in I heard one girl say "You are Beverly" and I got this great big hug. I was thinking to myself that "this IS a friendly group". The hug was from Diane and she was giving it to me for Pamela who I had just been recently corresponding with and could not attend the meeting. I later found out that Diane and I have a similar work background, and she is very sweet. I basically found that every girl there was most friendly. I met a couple of other first time members and had nice long talk with Lee, a F2M CD (always nice to get a man's viewpoint). There were several SO's there and I found then to be charming and very accepting of this wonderful group (why can't everyone be like these very special ladies - their husbands are very lucky indeed).
I met so many wonderful people that night that I can not mention all the names but a few of the girls there really touched my heart and I feel so privileged that that they shared their lives with me - a perfect (well not so perfect, well actually very flawed) stranger, and you know who you are, thank you. And as every good thing must end this one did too. I drove back to the motel alone but knowing that I had so many new friends that the trip back was filled with the memories that will keep me company forever.
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