The printed invitation arrived in an envelope hand addressed to me. It should have been my first clue. The Lighthouse Writers Workshop was to be held at the Denver Mayor’s residence, Shangri La. That should have been my second clue.
Unfortunately, my clue-receptor wasn’t working. I arrived at the event (valet parking) to find every woman there in a black dress with lovely jewelry around her neck. Even Laurie W. who usually wears jeans, was dressed for the evening in black slacks and a black and white top. I was wearing an orange/white cotton top and a cotton skirt and carrying my huge yellow tote. Granted, there was one woman wearing black slacks and a blue top and one in black slacks and a green top – but they were as elegant as women in dresses.
So what did I do? I ate the catered food (elegant and delicious) and drank red wine and chatted with old friends and met some new ones. I decided there was nothing else I could do — so I ignored my seeming lack of social awareness of how to dress for an Elegant Lighthouse Evening and just had a great time.
Oh, David Wroblewski read the last seven pages of his second novel, a pre-quel to The Story of Edgar Sawtelle. When it appears, you will buy it and you will love it and it, too, will be on the best seller lists for weeks and weeks. You read it here first.