Last week in New York, Izzy had the good fortune to attend a dinner party at which the venerable Dr. Ruth Westheimer was the guest of honor. As he introduced himself to her, she scanned his clothing from head to toe, and then exclaimed in her inimitable German accent, “How elegant!” Izzy, he almost plotzed from joy.
May 9, 2006
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Congrats! That’s a sartorial coup to be savored.
Comment by mywhimsey — May 9, 2006 @ 1:49 pm
You mean SHE didn’t plotz when SHE met YOU???
Comment by Lazarwolf — May 16, 2006 @ 2:51 pm
I find your use of the word “plotzed” interesting. I usually use it thusly:
I drank a magnum of Cristal, and boy, was I plotzed.
Comment by Ronikins — May 17, 2006 @ 4:59 pm