With apologies to Irving Berlin, Harry Richman, Fred Astaire, Mel Brooks, Gene Wilder and Peter Boyle; I am not going to discuss any theatrical or cinematic entities. I am going to discuss a “black tie” optional charity fund raiser that we attended. This night was divided between our two birthdays and our anniversary, as I am reminded.

This was the Fourteenth incarnation of this charity event, and the second one we attended. Needless to say, my Bride was chomping at the bit for the night to occur. I think that she perhaps changed her wardrobe several times, until she was happy. As for me, after two hernia operations I discovered that I needed new formal attire, as my tuxedo, nor my dinner jacket no longer crossed my girth. I found a black-on-black dinner jacket, new trousers, a lavender formal shirt and the good news was that my “topper,” vest and formal pumps still fit. So, off we went to the other side of the world to dine, drink, dance and perchance be seen.

The outgoing president of the organization did an outstanding job, as there were ten tables filled with “Silent Auction” merchandise, three special raffle prizes with tickets to be sold. There was an artist who paints portraits upside down, who then rotates the canvas on a special easel for everyone to identify the three prominent Detroiters who had painted, as an aside, the artist has donated many of his portraits that he does live and has raised several million dollars for local charities. There was even a “barista” station. The hall donated the food and managed two bars for the evening. There was a huge table of appetizers, originally set up and afterwards, it was replaced with an equally huge dessert table. There were six courses of food that were brought to each table of merry makers, and the food was served family style, and in case some of the family overindulged, the servers brought out more food, for those that were at the end of the plate passing. We went up to the bar to order some wine, and to start off, I asked for wine and the choices. The bartender said we have Chablis, and I said a French Chablis, sounds great, he pulled out a gallon jug of “American Chablis” and I passed. Thankfully there were young ladies walking around with flutes of Sparkling Wine, and truthfully, I couldn’t identify the “bulk produced” sparkler, but it worked and I kept flagging and tipping the young ladies, until the product was finished, and it worked throughout the dinner.
The main thrust of the evening for us was the chance to trip the light fantastic with music furnished by a live band that knew that a loud throbbing bass was not necessary. At the beginning of the affair, when we got there, one of the other complimentary items of the evening was a professional portrait of us, which was fun, instead of hoping for a selfie that works, or badgering strangers to take a picture of us. We danced the night away, and then my Bride was hovering around one of the administration tables to discover if we had won any of the “silent auction” offerings, as we didn’t win any of the raffled items. We did on the auctions, and then we thanked our host, who belongs to my dinner club and the long drive home wasn’t as bad, since it wasn’t during rush hour. And yes, I will be a little snarky and let you know that after a couple of dances, I undid the neck button on the shirt and untied my bowtie, just as a silent admission that I can actually tie a bow tie, and that I don’t wear a pretied tie; I do this at every black tie event, my one moment of being pompous.



























