The two men attended the Symphony despite the fact that neither cared for that particular genre of music or bow ties.
"They say music and food are more pretentious the more successful you become," the waiter handed the two bearded men small plates and announced- tiny sweet legume salsa, finely chopped and whipped until creamy, and seasonal fruit compote on petite 9-grain house-baked bread.
The waiter curtsied to the two new socialites, lottery winners from the Powerball, both former night clerks at a supermarket.
"I think this is just Peanut Butter and Jelly Sam. The one man told the other as they chewed with their mouths closed and ease dropped on IMPORTANT people discussing diminished chords during intermission.
The ambiance, the people, the food, the wine, the good life. The two men soaked it all in like a wet rich sponge. All the while missing bowling and Little Debbie's.