Boobs or Brains

Last night was an obligatory event - the after holidays office party.  Now before this bug gets warmed up - let me just say that I love the girls I work with - they are gorgeous, funny, and to paint a clearer picture - they drive SUV's or Benz - no ragtop bugs.  We start with drinks and appetizers, move on to dinner and conversation.  Conversation - that is where I hit the pothole.  The three topic most discussed - boobs (fake, silicone - not George Bush type boobs), botox, and some new stuff that make your eyelashes grow.  Lord Have Mercy!  I was at a loss for words - actually speechless.  I had nothing to offer. 

I realized that I am a social outcast, a deranged drivcr on this road of life - I am the POTHOLE.  I think I'm okay with this.  I can listen politely and smile at the right times so as not to draw to much attention to the tires on this ole rag top.