This machine rates us against others in terms of sun damage, wrinkles, pores, bacteria and more, spitting out an unflattering picture reminding us that no matter how good we feel, there's room for improvement—chemical, surgical, topical, whatever. While tossing around the breast implants, we discuss our results. "Ohhh, your porphyrins are low." Or "Hmm, big pores, but still better than mine."
We nibble Chambord-topped cupcakes and talk about who wants to get what procedure and what benefactor would pay for it, and, just 100 feet away, in a surprisingly comfortable surgery room, is a dangling fat-sucking tube. It seems to be inviting us to eat more refined sugar and drink more champagne and be merry because, as the Weiland Group website says, "Liposuction on Friday, Back to Work on Monday!"
And with that, it's easy to forget how many cupcakes we've already had and throw back another. It's only Thursday, after all.