At early evening the word was out about the Veuve Cliquot party at The Victor Hotel next door. The sidewalk and entry way had be carpeted for the night in the VC signature orange, but you had to just sigh when you saw the orange bathtubs which were to be filled with the champagne. "No, no", I said, "I have to be home tonight." I can only imagine what I would have done with tubs of boys bathing in the bubbly.