My Date Got Fresh With Me Friday Night.

That Stefanie has a mouth on her, let me tell you, even if she is ReadBecca set on low.

We had a girl-date Friday night, dinner at Rockfish and drinks at ye olde Trinity Hall, our former club house. There was a time when you would find one or two of our gang there at any given time, any given day of the week. We were such the regulars that we were once driven home by a member of the waitstaff after celebrating a rather, ahem, graphic ballet. (It involved a giant tissue box.) Anyway, we hadn't been back in quite some time and we needed to check if we still knew anyone and if so, was it possible to date them. We did still know a few, and no, dating any of them is not permissible.

The conversation we had that is repeatable is the one about The Mystery of the Two-Vested Lady. Lady walks in wearing a long denim jumper, a giant ruffled red purse and an overly large fur vest. Whoa. Very uncool mom outfit from sometime in the 80's. So fine. We note the fug and move on.

However.

The fug didn't stop there. Denim jumper/fur vest combo has bagged her a man. She's canoodling in plain sight! Wearing a red turtleneck over her denim jumper with a fur vest and the largest red ruffled purse known to man.

But wait! There's more!

She has removed the fur vest, revealing a secondary vest of denim and studded patchwork embellishment. She achieved vest failsafe with the primary fur number and a back-up should the Soviets launch a vestal first strike. And if that first strike had come, she was set to do it for her country with that guy with the vest fetish. And Stefanie and I would have been clinging to each other, whispering sweet tips about the best exfoliant for dry skin.

We are so buying some vests before New York.