Ah yes, we’ll be at the club with Muffy, Biff, and Bunny. Discreet elegance, if you like a lot of brown and paintings of small woodland creatures. Society gals and pals, iced tea in hand, whisper Park Avenue gossip from leather chairs almost as deep as daddy’s pockets. Tiny tables in railroaded rooms. Grande dames lunch on crab cakes and foie gras, discuss the fabulous benefits they’re throwing later in the week.