Furry leopard print jacket, wig, tiara, and peep those nails!
The Royal Rosarians deliberating in the garden...
One by one, each woman's bio was read aloud while photos from their lives were posted on big screens behind the stage. Amazing stories of amazing lives. Among the Queens was a former Senator (Idaho), a Civil Rights activist, a die-hard Trail Blazers fanatic (and life-long season ticket holder), and women from all walks of life. Any tears I shed were happy ones, not sad, listening to their stories. My company flew in family and friends from all over the country to watch their Grannies, Moms, Aunts, and Sisters be recognized. It was awesome.
Here's the thing about old ladies: they don't give a f*ck. Pardon my language, but that's really what it boils down to. It's a different attitude than old dudes have; there is a certain old lady mindset that is super fierce and staunchly independent, regardless of physical capacity or if they do need assistance in other aspects of daily living. Great example of this was seen by one of my favorite Queens, who showed up in a sleeveless (it was not warm out), deep V-cut, hot red dress. She was more comfortable not keeping her legs crossed for some reason, so we all got to see her hot red underpants, too. And why? Because old ladies don't give a f*ck. She posted up in her tiara with her red undies and cleavage for days, not caring what anyone thought about that outfit.
After the Royal Rosarians had made their decision and the Queen of Queens was being crowned and seated in her throne, someone said to her, in that baby voice people use to talk to old folks, "Why, don't you look so pretty today!" She responded, "Um, I look pretty every day, thanks". Ha! 'Cause old ladies don't give a... you know what.
It was a great event, the setting and decor was super classy and beautiful, and I really enjoyed seeing the photo collage boards each facility had made for their Queens. I was so glad I got to finally witness this tradition, that kicks of Rose Festival season. Oh, and Miss Teen Oregon was there as well, and gotta say... any one of those old ladies would have sassed her into next Tuesday, and despite her best efforts of keeping a fake smile on her face the whole time, was clearly not even in the same universe as the older gals were. She wishes she was on their level! So glad I went.