She leads us into delicious dessert drenched diners; after arduous expeditions though art and antique filled valleys.

She corrals us, all purple clad, and oft very very bad - but never sad, through crimson cap filled corridors.

Fabulous fifty plus fem fatales find their way forward.

We dance and swing with a wiggle and a giggle and lots of sizzle! Some sing others ring, do you hear a ding-a-ling?

We matriarchs march forward for fun first.

Some waddle, others hobble and a few even wobble.

We are living life for the finest friendships and fullest fun!