One of my brothers runs a little garden system upstate. The system was designed by the same minor deity who designed the Park I can once again see from my office.
He blows into town from time to time (the brother, not the minor deity) for various events and meetings and, tonight, a fundraiser. It's a cocktail party at a loft. Said loft is owned by some Famous Person (of whom I'd never heard but I barely watch tv) and is therefore in a Highly Fashionable part of town.
Obviously, outfit and shoes were going to be critical issues. Happily, they were dealt with long ago. I'll be sporting a very closely fitted black suit (with a shocking pink lining in the jacket) and deep burgundy 4+" heels, and TFL will still be taller (even when he slouches).
I'm thinking we may have to do dinner after.
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