Ask Weirsdo: Ritz Crackers II

Diamonelle would have loved the Ritz' downy, but hypoallergenic, bedding.

C. J. Duffy wrote a lengthy commentary in response to the second Ritz chronicle:

I too like to soak up Western luxuries but my wife only allows me to bathe once a month.
I also enjoy fun DA mental ISTS who enjoy popping over to London to tell me how bad we are. And quite right they are too...we are bad very bad but that is cool. Isn't it?
Belly dancing is NOT my forté. I have never had much of a belly although one is now appearing. (Another fun - DA -MENTAL- ists ploy I think)
Is your Ritz like our Ritz? All glamour and teapots? Ties for gents and long sleeved frocks for the girls. Or is it the other way round?
You have whips in orchestas? Hmmm, may I join?

Thank you for sharing about the bathing, although it may be a tad TMI.
Speak for your own evil. At least we got rid of our oppressive evil dictator. Also, we don't run over there to engage in all the activities we don't approve of, like killing demonstrators or exploding ourselves and those around us. Somehow, fanaticism is just not as much fun as decadence.
Again, a possible TMI regarding your belly. Ironically, the belly dancer had almost none, though what there was was sinuous. Despite having much more, Dr. Weirsdo was not scintillating (or titillating) at it either. No one tipped him.
I believe that the first time I stayed at this Ritz, in the early 90s, there may have been a dress code for the lobby, but now people wear jeans with impunity. The dining room required a dress or fancy pants suit for women and a suit and tie for men. I don't believe there is a formal dress code for the lobby lounge, but people dress nice casual for high tea. For evenings, apparel seems to range from expensive casual to expensive designer cocktail dresses (women) and jackets (men). I don't recall a lot of ties or suits.
There is, of course, a percussion instrument called the whip, though the "crack" is actually produced by a slapstick. If you had something else in mind, I, Mistress Weirsdo, would be happy to teach you some technique for a mere $50/hour. "Whip" was a metaphor, however. Toyplayer compares my instruction to blows from a tomahawk.