More of The Ritz Carlton Lunch

Well, there's always Picassa. And as tedious as I find it, I can show a few more photos of that afternoon. Once again, it was just a superb combination of glam and fun and proof that if you EVAH turn down an invitation to an event of duBarry's, you are a fool. She ruled at the head of the table and I noticed that she maintained the same sort of seating-according-to-rank I do on Lincoln Road. The Countess was immediately on her right, a seat reserved for only the highest of rank. I sat at the opposite end with South Beach powers; it was a delight.

(And, I'm not one to gossip, but Brian had so many plates at that brunch, that I swear at one point he bribed a chef for his cap and was behind the tenderloin board, cutting his own.)