Birthday surprises

Rich men gave me prizes tonight. Apparently for my excellent services to industry. I wore something white and glittering and sheer and listened to exactly what services they wished me to perform. Them and their trophy wives. Some of them were quite - inventive.

I drank champagne and cognac and ate fine French food and celebrated vive la France.

Then I dropped in on the Brownstone to catch up with some work and I find my staff have decided that it's pantsless o'clock and to raid all of the liquor cabinets.

So, would any of you drunken panting pantless singing heathens care to worship Auntie Em at half past her birthday?