“No doubt the optics were seductive for a certain kind of event planner: confident men eating red meat, right off the bone,” Widdicombe writes, “but lamb chops proved to be the ultimate hubristic hors d’oeuvre. It is etiquette Armageddon … and don’t think you’re not being watched.”Alas, no such considerations were needed when I found Widdicombe earlier this week. “I don’t even have to wear pants,” Widdicombe remarked during an email exchange later. It was the night of September 10, 2001,” writes Widdicombe. “The setting would have been familiar to F. Scott Fitzgerald,” Widdicombe writes, “but the characters had been radically updated.

Source: thestar July 24, 2020 10:01 UTC