Last night, in the wee hours of November 6th, I sat on the floor of a hotel suite. I was removing the polish from my toenails. I was wearing a low-cut black dress, and I had ditched the stockings and corset. Nearby, Karen did the same to her toes. Ten other gurls were in room at the Beauty and the Beach hotel enjoying drinks, jokes and conversation. It was late, the bars were closed, but we had Ketel One and Captain Morgan, so we were fine.