When we had relieved ourselves and regained some semblance of control, we unlocked the door and left heading towards the museum. Eruptions of laughter still escaped but basically, we were somewhat dignified. Finding the museum and buying tickets was fairly uneventful, considering it was us. We were about to enter the exhibit area, when I noticed something in Bess’s hair that resembled a weed. As a gardener, I know these things! Discretely pointing to her hair, I asked her to remove the weed. Well, you would have thought I told her there was a nest of spiders in her hair. She screeched and flailed about. The other Divas responded quickly. Hovering around they inspected every strand of hair as Gracie calmly reassured Bess that she did not have a weed or anything else in her hair but rather, it was strands her bottle blonde hair stuck together by gel or something. I was laughing to hard to make a proper apology so she was reluctant to accept my mistake and my excuse. “It did look like a dried weed or straw!” I insisted. That triggered more laughter bordering on hysterics. We were still having laughing fits as we went through the little museum. Concerned security staff hovered around us until we left.
After the museum we walked up the opposite side of the street to the bakery and went in. I dropped half my giant cookie and there was a long discussion as to whether I should pick it up and eat it. No way was I picking it up and eating it especially after the 17-second rule had gone by. Happily munching (except me) we moved up the street and into little shops. Spontaneously Jude would break into song and we joined in with her. Management was definitely glad when we left their establishments.
Finally, we headed back to the car and headed to the dock. Unlike our trip over, we were in plenty of time for the ferry home so decided a nice glass of wine was in order. Very close by was a little cafe with patio. Before leaving the car for the cafe, the Divine Divas insisted on checking Bess’s hair for weeds. Jude will even run her hands through Bess’s hair to make doubly sure it is weed-free. I stayed well clear! We entered the cafe checked out a couple of tables. The one we wanted was mostly in the shade and that is so important if one is worried about aging skin. However, it was occupied so we stared at it until its occupants left. We graciously thanked the departing couple as we dove for their seats. We ordered wine and made sure the server knew to give us separate bills.
We could see the ferry approaching so paid our bill and left. Gracie, being a very conscientious right hand to Bess, made sure we all left and headed to the car. It was a truly divine day.
P.S.
Bess still hasn’t recovered from being told she had a weed in her hair.
The End
Apologies to the server for taking exaggerated literary liberties.
Please note that names have been changed to protect the innocent, not that any of us were/are.
