Cole Porter playing a tune.
A sea of champagne glasses.
And the glamour!
Garbo! Hayworth! Monroe!
Women just don’t dress like that anymore.
The soft and touchable finger waves.
Full crimson red lips.
Long sleek dresses that hugged curves in all the right spots.
The satin gloves.
The long cigarette holders.
Unbeatable in my books.
I want an excuse to get all dolled up that way.
And if none of you are going to throw one of those parties, I might just have to.