A wedding invitation just arrived at our house. Only it was not so much as an "invitation" as it was a "box." Regular postage was $4.60. When we tore off the ribbon and lifted out the card, loose freshwater pearls fell all over our laps.
Opulence?! That's nothing.
When the Vanderbilts were the richest kids on the block, they had a party at The Breakers (even the house has a fucking name, ok?) where they gave each guest party favors that consisted of tiny, handmade, 18K gold sand pail and matching shovel. That was so they could dig for the real treats! A 40ft gold basin, filled with sand and spiked with precious and semi-precious stones.
I'm having an homage party next week - except you'll be digging up my ass for those pearls.