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One of our mascots attends all our
meetings (unless we forget her, feeble-minded Divas that we are) and
holds a prominent place in our chapter scrapbook and diary. At
each monthly meeting, the Diva of the Day gets to take one of the
mascots home for the month where she gets to meet a new family and
enjoy new adventures (the Princess, the Baroness and the Countess
are very polite and discreet though, and never reveal secrets or
repeat household gossip.) The Diva of the Day is then requested to
report (by e-mail to the E-mail Female, the Queen) the Princess or
the Baroness’s exploits throughout the month that they are her
hostess, and then are to bring her to the next meeting to enjoy the
fun. The new Diva of the Day then gets to take a mascot home with
her, provide her with adventures, and report them back to the
sisterhood, preferably with photos.
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Princess Portia Piggie-Pie
The Princess is a small, pink,
stuffed piggy. She is petite, elegant, classy, and ladylike. She
instigates a lot of annoyed spitting from the Divas as she was raised to
be very proper, and though she loves her sisters; she is having a
difficult time adjusting to our rowdy & rambunctious Red Hattitude.
She gets a dramatic case of the vapors every time we play our kazoos or
moon anyone, and it takes a 2-hour nap on a lavender sachet to calm her
down. But all in all she is very proud to be a pink-hatter, even
though she struggles with an irresistible urge to mentor refinement to
her sisters, and is constantly embarrassed by the behavior of the
Baroness, Beatrice of Beakshire. Princess Portia Piggie-Pie was
rescued by the Queen and elevated to her current state of radiant glory
upon the Queen’s hearing her plaintive little “oinking” while digging
through a pile of frayed and raggedy teddy bears in the closeout bin at
Hallmark. She was given a makeover by Lady Linda, the Diva of
Design, complete with a lavender dress, pink hat and crystal-studded
sunglasses. She is now an official member of our chapter of the Red Hat
Society, and represents one of our most important priorities:
“INDULGENCE”. In honor of Princess Portia Piggie-Pie, one of our
traditions is to hold our forks high and chime in together
“Piggie Up!” before we begin to eat.
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Baroness Beatrice of
Beakshire
The Baroness is a furry,
purple penguin who produces music and performs the chicken dance
when you squeeze her hand, uh, er… paw.. uh wing – yeah, that’s it,
her wing!) The Baroness comes to us from Antarctica, where she was a
famous can-can dancer in the Penguin Ice Follies, and in her youth
is also rumored to have been a stripper of some renown. Baroness
Beatrice of Beakshire became our 2nd mascot by accident when
Princess Portia Piggie-Pie came down with a particularly vile case
of the swine flu right before our first Easter Parade. Never one to
miss showing off a bit, when the Baroness heard we were in a pickle
and desperate for entertainment, she quickly volunteered to fly down
south to represent us. She performed her famous chicken dance
(in honor of some distant relative from Fowlville – the black sheep
of the family, but revered by the Baroness for some reason
unbeknownst to us) and brought down the house with the sheer,
vibrant energy of it. She put so much of her little self into the
dance that she collapsed in a heap of purple feathers at the finale,
but her little feet and wings were still keeping time to the music.
What a trooper! In honor of the Baroness, one of our
traditions will be to punch both our fists in the air and shout “Amp
it Up!” whenever the atmosphere, the singing, or the kazoo playing
seems to be lacking in vigor.
The
bawdy Baroness is not shy about her checkered past, and is forever
threatening to run off to be a centerfold for Hef. Not likely.
She has a passion for snicker-doodles, not to mention chocolate
liqueur, so she wouldn’t cut all that trim a figure in a bikini at
the grotto at the Playboy mansion. Yesterday she was bragging about
when she was a roadie for Willie Nelson, and rode on the bus with
him and the band. She actually seems proud of the fact that she got
into all kinds of trouble for drinking beer and hiding in the ice
chests. Next time she goes missing I know where to look – she’ll
probably be drunk and hiding in the freezer.
I found these pictures in my camera last Sunday night. It seems she
snuck off out of town for the weekend and went to the beach. I found
her all rumpled and smiling... I should have known she'd been up to
no good.
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It's just like the Baroness to flaunt breaking the law. Here she is 'parked' upon a no parking sign. What a little troublemaker she is! |
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She looks pretty proud of herself for finding a hottie to spring for that fancy "Cliffs" motel - I heard he was young, blue-eyed, and blonde... |
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Wonder if it was the blonde hottie who took this picture of the Baroness surrounded by posies? |
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Wow, what a view! She must have outdone herself to get to spend the weekend in such a fancy place! |
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Countess Margarita
Quackalotta
The Countess is our newest mascot – she is an adorable white furry
duckling who performed a suicide swan dive into the Queen’s shopping
basket in Long’s and begged for asylum. She was on the 75% off bin
the week after Easter, crowded onto a shelf with a hoard of raunchy
bunny boys who were taunting her unmercifully about her somewhat
large beak. As she tearfully explained to the Queen, “When I tried
to defend mythelf it only made thingth worth, becauth thinth I am
from Barthelona, I thpeak with a very thick acthent, that they found
particularly hilariouth!” The Countess is very happy to be in
Bakersfield, and seems to be very excited about our Hispanic
community. She got all goosebumpy every time we passed a Taco Bell
or a Chevy Impala.
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