To the relics!
No. This is not a tribute to Zsa Zsa Gabor. But close. I went to a club in Manhattan today (which will remain nameless so that I don’t get hate mail) for a four-hour planning meeting. This place, embedded surreptitiously within the streets of America’s cultural capitol, is trapped in the 1950′s. Guests are required to wear proper attire. Men must wear ties (no, really — they will dress you in one, if you’re in a pinch). Jackets are required. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were required to be Republican, too. I dodged the question. But I did get into an elevator with a man in a seer sucker suit and saddle bucks. It was awesome! I felt like I walked into a time warp. It was funny … and just a bit terrifying.
I have no other point to this post.