It was a luncheon on the lawn for a ladies auxiliary (something something) club. Formal afternoon attire. Warm sunny day. Tea. Cello player. Beautiful garden. (Up until what followed next) making my grandma proud, may she rest in peace...
The cello is a very loud instrument, by the way. I don't know how people sit through entire cello concerts like Yo-Yo Ma. Brilliant musician, but my hearing is going in such a way that any loud repetitive sound (at any pitch) will very quickly generate buzzing in my ears. --Though I've since been told this condition isn't necessarily an "age" thing but a hearing sensitivity.
Anyway we'd been drinking tea...
Plus whisky from a flask.
One too many spikes of flask whisky for Georgina, and we started slinging "Your mother is whore" with every refill. By the third round, Georgina's feminine voice was replaced by a slightly intoxicated roar as she tried competing with the cello, "No, YOUR MOTHER IS A WHORE!" just as the cello stopped playing.
When I'm old and retired, little senior citizen, sitting in a park somewhere feeding the birds and laughing...
It's this.
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