The best last night: dinner, then cigars on the library terrace with some gentlemen ('do be careful on the terrace,' 'why? it's not any more dangerous than climbing on the roof' [incredulous stares, followed by uproarious laughter]), swaddled in fur, and port so rare it was an honor when I spilled it on my dress, '50s Givenchy and all the rage when I reappeared downstairs to promise I'll be back for an event in April...there's no where else I'd rather be...
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