Always Tip Your Waiter – by Deb Kristy

First, a big squishy Debutante thank-you to Mia King for taking over last Saturday (hence my appearance here on Mia’s usual Thursday!). Did you all miss me? You did, didn’t you? You were bereft; you were nearly catatonic at the thought of getting through your weekend without the benefit of Deb Kristy’s words of wit and wisdom, right? Or did you even notice? What else don’t we notice? Some people…

Thursday, November 2, 2006
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Toes in the Sand by Deb Kristy

I’m sitting here on St. George, a tiny island off the coast of northwest Florida, feeling lethargic and yet sort of cute in my new pink bikini with a little skull and crossbones on the bum. There is nobody else on this beach except for my husband, who is dozing silently beside me, the smile on his face only slightly faded by sleep. The warm water of the Gulf of…

Saturday, September 30, 2006
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Travel Ham by Debutante Eileen

Travelers fall into two different categories: a) Planners b) Anti-planners My Dad is a planner.  Family vacations were undertaken with the same level of care as the Allied Invasion, although it’s an unfair comparison as General Patton had far more support staff. My Dad was stuck with my mom and me. During family vacations we woke with the sun, there was a lot to see. If my mom or I complained my…

Friday, September 29, 2006
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What I Did On My Summer Vacation by Debutante Mia

Now I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’ve been doing pretty well these past couple of decades without Disneyland. This is not meant as a criticism in ANY way to those who you who frequent the 160+ acre playground/fantasyland/shopping mall, but I’m just saying that planning a trip to said place takes, well, a lot of work, even if your in-laws are picking up the tab. It…

Thursday, September 28, 2006
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How to Get Noticed in P-Town by Debutante Tish

Just about the same time as I converted to Judaism, my hair went curly. My sister said it was a freak hormonal thing that can happen to women in their early twenties, but as we now know, she cannot be trusted with the truth. I’m fairly certain it was the mikvah, the ritual bath in which a woman must immerse herself in order to become a Jew. Just prior to my…

Tuesday, September 26, 2006
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