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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Ilaine who wrote (17733)	2/16/1999 8:22:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Ahhhhh-Houston-- When Dan was in law school he interviewed with Fulbright and Jaworski and we were invited to come see the firm. We were just beginning the round of interviews and trips and were still wide-eyed about the whole process. A wife would be taking me to lunch and showing me the city while Dan went out with a partner. It was October in Virginia, the leaves were falling, there was frost on the pumpkin...Well, my mother got it in her head that all my clothes were too outré for a good lawyer's wife and decided that I needed to own a nice, lawyer's wifey suit. I tried to tell her I'd rather have the money since we were living on my salary--about 6K a year--but she got into one of her Amy Vanderbilt tizzies about it. She took me shopping and bought me a really beautiful 200.00 wool fall suit with an elegant silk blouse. The salesgirl assured me that it would last for years and never wear out. (Like who wants clothes that last forever? Boring. THat's why I like WalMart.) We landed in Houston and were driven to the law firm, which was very modern and impressive and everybody was SOOO elegant. Of course I immediately had an allergy attack while being introduced to some of the attorneys. When I have an allergy attack, it's dramatic. There's no warning. I can't breathe, I choke, tears pour out of my eyes, and I start making terrible noises. Dan is used to it; he ignores me and I just go to a corner or somewhere to either recover or die. But here were all these important ATTORNEYS staring at me as my eyes welled up, and I started to gasp. I waved and mumbled "excuse me" (though Dan said it sounded like "Smooshed peas")and staggered off in search of a ladies' room. I was embarrassed, but took comfort that at least I LOOKED smart in my death throes. When I got back, the lunch wife had arrived. She had on a sundress. A pale yellow cotton sundress. She looked at my wool suit like I was insane. It was 95 degrees out. And humid beyond belief. And here I am in a wool suit. I could have put on snow shoes as an accessory and looked correct. I have never felt so completely WRONG in my life. Which of course meant I had to call attention to it. Far be it from me to just pretend all is normal. I have to say things like, "Gee! Sure is hot here! It's autumn in the real world! Cold! Frost, even! We wear coats. Wool!" I took off the jacket, rolled up the silk sleeves and dripped my way through a tour of Houston and lunch at the Galleria. It's to the firm's credit that they made Dan an offer in spite of his tubercular and damp wife.