A Lovely Event

At the end of the entranceway, I was greeted by two white gloved members of the wait-staff. One had a tray of cabernet and the other had a tray of fried mini-crabcakes—which was followed by trays of fried wontons and other fried mini-delectables.

It was a lovely cocktail hour.

Dinner did not disappoint either— béarnaise dressed filet mignon with salty fried onion slivers, butter roasted potatoes, and 2 or 3 asparagus. For dessert we were served a gooey chocolate delight with ice cream.

The band’s music was low-key—with little chance of raising one’s cardiac beats per minute.

And yet as lovely as this philanthropic event was, I could not help but notice that this delicious high sodium fat-laden dinner with no aerobic activity seemed to be in violation of its cause—The American Heart Association.

Heart-healthy is not an adjective that could be applied at any point during the evening.

And so I can only conclude that perhaps the agenda was not just to drum up funds for the coff-ers, but to drum up bodies for the coff-ins.