Sometime after I graduated high school there was formed a club formed there called "The Pomposity Club"-- I think that was it-- with the motto "Pomposity is a virtue." My wife will remember better than I will; she was a member.
I mention it because the full and true nature of my pompous ass found itself finally at home in a natural setting this past weekend, when my brother and myself took my father to the Harvard Faculty Club for brunch on Father's Day. I have duly informed my brother-- who as a Harvard employee is considered an 'officer' of Harvard University, and is thus entitled to membership-- that we need to begin a monthly ritual of having cocktails in the Conservatory... because it just sounds so remarkably cultured to say "Oh, this evening I'll be having cocktails in the Conservatory. Has anybody seen my bumbershoot?"
Bumbershoot, in this context, is not a dirty word. After cocktails, of course, all bets are off.