gloves

April 1, 2016
poor georgie’s almanack:
And the answer is …
Last night along with 2000 of our closest friends Susan and I witnessed a polished performance by four award winning “Broadway Divas” cavorting in front of the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra.  The women exhibited a slew of stunning sequined gowns, great lungs and pipes, and a variety of long sexy gloves that reached halfway between the Divas’ elbows and their often-exposed, smoothly shaven, arm pits.  “Why,” I asked Susan, “don’t you wear gloves like that?”  She answered with her usual pristine logic … “I can’t sing.”