So it's been a while since I had one of those evenings, but last night was a bit of a flashback.
Got invited to some business social at a fancy hotel after work. Outdoor bar, and everyone is shaking hands. And the ones who aren't strangers are hugging. Yes, we're doing that again. At least in vaccinated Portugal.
Two people I get introduced to... one is a male model, exquisitely sculpted Eurotrash. Nice guy, even if a bit vapid. I later discover he's all over the Portuguese socialite rags and runs his own luxury tour boat company on the side. Fitting.
And then there's his gf and co-captain. I can't explain her other than a cartoon. She had those 2x4-to-the-face Bugs-Bunny-in-drag Angelina Jolie lips. You could almost see the needlemarks in her smile. With a stick body, big caboose, and all chest ... which, while not skin-exposed, was in a form-fitting dress that looked like she was shoplifting two 15-lb turkeys out of the hotel kitchen oven.
I was surrounded by more plastic than you'd find at a Tupperware party.
I'd expect that in L.A. But it was kind of a trip to run into that in Lisbon.