catering gig

Today, I served at a house for people so rich that I walked up on these conversation soundbites:
1) [to me, in reference to the hors d'oeuvres] "Oh good, my chef is off this week for vacation"
2) [one white, suited man to another] "Oh, well, if you need another airplane, I've got an extra one that I'm looking to sell"

Things I learned about truly upper-class people include:
1) they drink heavily
2) they love taxidermy
3) they have party houses (a.k.a. houses that exist not for residence but purely for entertaining in), in this case, a massive, two story converted barn
4) they are friends with no minorities, excepting Al, the hired pianist
5) they see funerals as just another reason for a party
6) when intoxicated enough, they like to lean on the piano, hike up their skirts a little bit, and sing Layla on repeat for an hour next to Al, aforementioned hired pianist