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From the heart of the Philly OX-- Literary Yelps from an Irreverent Old Dog
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Black Tie Affair
It was a black tie diner: band (much too loud), cocktails, long speeches honoring the eleemosynary exploits of one A.Gold; women dressed like ice cream cones: wrapped and tied in enormous bows--glittering, pointy heeled, hovering among the men like jungle parrots in a rookery of penguins.