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Since I was attending a conference last Saturday, I missed the Girls’ Night Out. Girls’ Night Out consists of shopping at thrift store (dubbed La Village), followed by a decadent dinner. Here are the rules:

1) Everyone gets their own cart. Baskets are too small!
2) Shop in an orderly procession, like a train, starting with the first row of racks. Proceed down one row and back up the next.
3) When shopping, look for items for both yourself, and for the others. Use discretion when inquiring about sizes!
4) While shopping, keep your eyes open for hideous items that would suit the personality of your other shoppers (or are just plain too outrageous to pass by). Slip them into your friends’ carts when they aren’t looking. Intimate apparel, bathing suits and pajamas are off-limits.
5) Clothes first – shoes last.
6) When it’s time to try on clothes (usually because the store will be closing soon), proceed to the dressing room in an orderly, train-like fashion.
7) If in doubt about the fit of an item, ask someone else to check you out.
8) Unless the “hideous” or costume-like outfit chosen for you by one of your friends is not totally inappropriate to be seen outside the dressing room, you must notify your friends that you are coming out, and when they are ready…come out! Alternatively, if the item is appropriate to show your friends, but not the whole store, have them congregate outside the dressing room door and peek in.

I missed out on the hideous outfits, like the brown velvet pantsuit with rust coloured ruffles, and the mini dress that was mistaken for a top. The mini dress was given to a friend who was visiting…on my first trip, someone gave me a black lace, strapless mini dress to show off. Mini dresses are some sort of initiation – now I see how it is… At least I wasn’t asked to model a Ralph Lauren 1980’s patchwork quilt sweater or a red felt shift dress dubbed the “Mrs. Claus”!

I asked the girls to keep their eyes open for a sexy red dress in my size…my reasons are my own! During the church service Sunday morning, one of the gals caught my eye, held up a plastic bag and mouthed “for you”! It’s silky, and short…and pretty much backless…and cost less than $10! More on that…perhaps…another time!