A Feast for Dames

A true Dame doesn’t count calories or skip dessert; she revels in the excess. Dirty martini in one hand, she walks the room, balancing a silver platter brimming with burgers for those joining in her celebration. Is that real fur she’s wearing? Almost definitely. Is that a red wine stain? Possibly. But nobody cares as the air is filled with karaoke and wafts of cigarette smoke.