Report: Slate 60
Heh, not much to do, see, hear, talk, or care about unless you are ultra-wealthy.
Mildly deflated when I came across a Bush niece chatting with a young Rockefeller about their respective philanthropic pursuits. (My family arc, which I think is the fun way, was kicked off when my grandfather made up the our last name while bootstrapping his way off the plot of land that was our farm.)
Spirits were quickly picked up, however, when I discovered myself rubbing elbows with Carlos Slim Helú and nearly colliding with Governors Spitzer and Beebe.
Anyway the mere mortals eventually clustered and had a good time before ducking out early to rejoin the rat race.
-Shlok
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