Recommended Listening: Words to Go

The last time I saw most of the ladies in my book club, we were celebrating a friend's birthday at a restaurant with a 360 degree view of Victoria on a sunny fall morning. The party consisted of six ladies and six gentlemen, most of whom (the boys that is) are gay. (This is critical information)

After the eggs Benny (try to visualise a PAIR of poached eggs) and several French 75's (champagne and orange juice), something got into us. We all exposed our breasts while our friend Maurice took a photo. I think it was supposed to be a promotional shot for "The Wild Women of the Gorge," a sort of ad hoc singing group ie we crash parties in absurd outfits designed by artist and costume designer Carol Rae, and make complete fools of ourselves.

Later, my husband asked me three questions: