The hat museum was exactly as I'd pictured it: a collection of hats crammed into an antique house curated by an eccentric but sharp-witted old lady. There were about a half-dozen other people on our tour, all women. At one point I noticed that, with my beret, I was the only guest wearing a hat.
Anyway, there's an example of how you can get dragged along to something you really don't want to go to, because you want to be a good sport, and be bored to tears and yet still have a moderately good time and even learn a thing or two. Oh, and I even bought a hat!