We go there on Easter and Thanksgiving and every time this fabulous lady is there:
She had a purse with black feathers and white ankle boots with stiletto heels. She drank pink champagne thru a straw. She asked me what I did and when I told her I wrote books for children, she said, "I knew it! I knew you were a writer." When I asked her what she did, she said, "Buy clothes."
She's my new hero.