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To my right sat a terribly handsome Middle Eastern man wrapped in honey-toned fur and cashmere. His sunglasses were enormous (think Cary Grant in his later years) and turquoise rings covered his manicured fingers. To my left was a table of middle-aged women with erect spines, white teeth, and Wagner Porter-inspired shirts from some boutique in Austin.

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Ohhh, the .50 cal… the granddaddy of 'em all. The line to shoot one stretches around the block — and the handful who'd pass are likely descendants of the Kingdom of Milquetoast, or, in the nomenclature of the times, Buzzkilliosus.