Scenery
Some (boutique, of course) bankers threw a party at an art gallery on Julia Street. I showed up in cufflinks and corduroy jacket. The wine was OK, the conversation wasn't half bad. Later Chris and I had dinner at the Four Seasons. As we were walking out, there was a conservatively-suited young white male almost-but-so-not-quite making out with a well-but-not-ostentatiously dressed young Indian female on an ornate sofa near the lobby. As we waited to get on the elevators, a large group of Japanese businessmen discussed bowing etiquette (in Japanese). Chris commented on a gentleman's pocket square - clearly made of silk because it was too floofy and thus drooping over. I casually walked back into the lobby and stood in the middle of it all while waiting for the elevator. Indeed, his pocket square was droopy. I must only buy linen squares if I intend to pursue the floofy look.