A friend sent me an emailed account about an extravagant week end in an unnamed large city. Yes, I did note I was not invited, but I managed to, in a manner of speaking, tag along.

Through the marvel of the Internet I was able to tour the hotel and view the opulent sleeping (?) accommodations. A quote from the email stated: "The suite was larger than some apartments I have lived in."

I also 'walked the grounds' of one toff upper echelon establishment where a reunion of sorts played out. I honed up on biographies of some of the participants. I gaped at the Grand Ballroom of a private club which hosted a gala meal. I opened a photo gallery and perused the menu of the upscale restaurant where a more humble meal occurred.

Alas, the Gun Club (is that an oxymoron) eluded me.