If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
You are invited to a grand fete.
Ok, a grandly pretentious one.
Bring the wine. Bring the hors
D'. Bring your spouse, and maybe
Your mother. Dinner will be at
Nine, but let's gather at seven
For cocktails and chit-chat and
So we can designate seating. It
Is a complicated affair. The Mc
Coys won't sit with the Capulets.
The Hatfields decline to dine
At the upper table with their
Arch enemies. Er, frenemies, I
Guess. Everyone will wear tails
And white tie. Lots of top hats
Will top heads. The ladies will
Shine in designer gowns from
RueLala, oolala, and Loehmans.
Tamara, really 