The celebration that was one part book promotion, three parts indulgence continued on through Friday night with enough booze to ensure half the party-goers would not rouse themselves from bed before the noon o'clock hour on the following day.  Today was, of course, the actual day of Dolores St. James's birth, and the celebration started with an enormous feast, which most were fortunate enough to wake up to.  Hired helpers went around handing out small vials of anti-hangover potions, and guests found their way to the enormously long brunch table that was set out in the lawn.

The piping hot breakfast feast consisted of eggs benedict, bangers wrapped in puff pastry, cornish crab cakes, coffee, mimosas, bloody mary's, cereals, breads and fruit, scones and jam, brioche french toast, and bubble and squeak.

Dazmond[1] was fresh from the showers of the main house (each tent had its own bath as well, as they were premium accommodations).  She was full of pep and energy as she'd already imbibed her anti-hangover medicines and was active with the preparations as the sun rose and the guests started stirring close to mid day.  It was a beautiful morning, if not a little chilly, and the dew clung to the grass.  A live string band was playing music by the brunch table.

1.	Dazmond's Outfit