My mother and law and I were at Caeser's with my husband and her husband. We were all at this wierd like gala thing for hard core gamblers. But anyway, during the gala thing, I tell Zule "This is frigging surreal". They had a cover band and free food and free drinks and this guy dressed up like Julius Caeser and a woman dressed like Cleopatra, who gave out door prizes. I told Zule it reminded me exactly of a wedding reception where you don't really know anyone. What I did not say, is that it reminded me more of a wedding reception where someone's on their second or third wife and no one's taking it seriously and kind of resentful they had to buy a present. That was the mood in there.
Then as we were leaving I was leaning against a pillar. (Its all roman looking up in there) and smoking a cigarette. Zule's mom, who happens to be probably, one of my BEST FRIENDS, of all time, looks over at me and says "Gee, you know what you remind me of dressed in a skirt with heels and leaning against a pillar smoking?"
Apparently, a whore. I think she was being serious, but in a non mean primarily observational way. More like when you see someone that looks exactly like Kevin Spacey and you say to them "Hey, you look like Kevin Spacey".
I of course find the whole statement incredibly amusing, but I'm determined to punk her about it at Christmas.