It was too windy for du Barry to set up her tent, but it didn't matter. We were so happy to be together again. NO ONE can match the elegance and flair du Barry has at these tailgate parties; people actually walk by each time she's there to see what it's like this week. There was plenty to drink and du Barry invited all the neighbors with, "Don't worry; look under the table. There's a LOT more where that came from."
There was plenty to dine on, too, and I had worked up quite an appetite watching those polo players in action.
Bennett was not only beautiful, but--as the raised pinky shows--elegant. (Brian was too busy counting the numbers of beef medallions and shrimp on my plate for my comfort.)
And, The Countess swears that Glenlivet tasted better in a silver goblet. (Doesn't everything?)