The Ladies

Part way through the evening it became necessary to pay a visit to the ladies. Pushing the heavy door open I stepped into what appeared to be a hairdressers' convention. The room was crowded with girls wearing dead-straight hair, lots of asymmetrical fringes, drinking bubbly white wine and talking at the tops of their voices. It turned out none of them was queueing for the lav. I sat in the cubicle listening to their gossip wondering why they didn't go back to the bar. I nudged my way to the sink, sneaking between the masquara wielding and nose powdering to wash my hands. And was glad to get back to the relative peace of the party (never have been very good at the small talk in the hairdressers).