June 20, 2004

So I'm at Cotillion in Greenwich, minding my own business in my rented tux, and the fathers start streaming in, in white gloves, white tie, and tails, like in some Busby Berkeley number except that it's now my life, and then the emcee takes the mic, and its David Ogilvy. Not the advertising patriarch himself -- he is crafting banner ads for God these days -- but his son. Later, I'm introduced, and manage to utter only, "I enjoyed your father's books." Which is perfectly true. It is strange, that world up there in CT. You just never know what's going to happen. On the way home, we pass a front-yard tent being set up for a Laura Bush appearance on Tuesday, $25K a couple.

Posted by dbrown at June 20, 2004 06:57 PM
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