We still have The Oak Room. Trader Vic’s is a memory and the Gold Ballroom is gone but let it be known – we partied royally in those locales. The Wild Poodle with a mop of gray hair and a white tie ball to celebrate a celeb to be exact. Good times at The Plaza for this pauper. The Oak Room will now mean only one thing for me…

“Billy Erb, meet Debbie Reynolds.”

We’re still making memories.