The way the wealthy store their extra bubbly...those well-to-do neighbors of yours who might have recently had their right toe run over by a deer mouse and now perch upon a chair before their 8 year old computer.
"Here's to being rich," my husband exclaimed with zest as we passed the now defunct and then ritzy Lahiere's restaurant on Witherspoon Street in Princeton. We glanced in the window and watched a man in a grey suit toast his companion. His teeth glinted as he smiled. We roared with laughter as we walked beneath the streetlights and retold the joke again and again, each time raising our $1.75 ice cream cones like wine glasses.