a world so cold

It's so cold outside. The bank sign read 19 degrees. But that didn't stop their furs from coming off. I stood there asking them how their night was, and they seem put out that if they were to be allowed in was a matter of a question or not, as names were checked off the invite list. Their importance was so great, I should be able to sense from the smell and frigidness of how names fell from their manicured lips. But coldness that cold was just lost in the winter night. It all hurt as I stood there in four inch heels and a short lace dress. They shed the layers of floor length furs with wild abandon to the coat check girls. The colors were mostly black and skin tight underneath. Time had not been kind to their bodies and as they wobbled around the room peering into the glass cases, bodies matched attitudes, taut and tight. Hoping someone was taking notice of their presence, demanding the attention of the blonded perfectly crafted sales girls. The ceiling was lined with halogen lights doing no one any favor except the lines and rows of diamonds sparkling inside the safety glass. Trays of booze circled the room and hands easily reached for the glasses. The purchase of luxury items will not slow even in this bitter cold. How empty the heads of these people seemed as the voices grew louder and louder eventually dulling the classic holiday music. Lives revolved on purchasing landmarks of wealth. Their only significant thing to do in a day, attend the sales party at their local jeweler. How empty can a day be when the highlight is putting on the white fur and purchasing trays filled with gold, onyx, diamonds, and drinking the free pink martinis?