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Dance party

If Sergio Neglia, head of Buffalo's Neglia Ballet Artists, were an office supply, he'd be a red Flair. Were he to be summed up by one thing he said, it would be: "When you see me dance, you do not sleep at night." Our heart lurches, then, at the thought of the Neglia's fall fund-raiser, Saturday at 8 p.m. at the studio in the Pierce Arrow Building. For $18 at the door, you mingle with the master and his charming wife, Heidi Halt, and the troupe, enjoying music, cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. (What did you expect, Chiavetta's? These people are all a size 2, tops.) Before you go, prep for the silent auction by viewing Listings include "Righteous Babe/Ani DiFranco gift package!!!," "Buffalo Bills -- Game 8!! See it from 'The Red Zone' luxury suite!!!" and "Two $25 Gift Certificates to Buffalo's 'Ultimate Restaurants'!!" We bet Neglia wrote them himself. We read them, we do not sleep at night.

Shoulda had a Bud

This is not a good year for life's necessities. You've met the $3 gallon of gas. Now say hello to the $22 glass of wine! A friend and her family, dining at an Ontario winery, asked the waiter for wine advice. "The Cabernet Franc is very good with lamb," he said. Fine! And a good time was had by all ? until the huge bill arrived. Back in Buffalo, a postmortem revealed the Cabernet Franc was $22 a glass. Shock and awe! They called the winery manager. He said the waiter should have offered choices, because that Cabernet Franc -- which being Buffalonians they drank liberally -- was, at $88 a bottle, their priciest wine. Alas, there was no punishing the waiter, who had taken his big tip and flown to Australia. So the manager mailed a gift certificate. The $88 question: How was the wine? "Good," our friend said. She frowned. "I didn?t know I was drinking a $22 glass. Had I known, I would have sipped it more carefully."

Past forgetting

Amid all the Monday-morning quarterbacking that has followed Hurricane Katrina's devastation of New Orleans, no one has blamed Mark Twain, sage and former Buffalonian, for foreseeing the destruction in 1883, and doing nothing about it. A friend sent us an excerpt from "Life on the Mississippi": "When one goes flying through London along a railway propped in the air on tall arches, he may inspect miles of upper bedrooms through the open windows, but the lower half of the houses is under his level and out of sight. Similarly, in high-river stage, in the New Orleans region, the water is up to the top of the enclosing levee-rim, the flat country behind it lies low -- representing the bottom of a dish -- and as the boat swims along, high on the flood, one looks down upon the houses and into the upper windows. There is nothing but that frail breastwork of earth between the people and destruction." Noted... finally.

The buzz

How often do you get to enjoy a tailgate party at the Hyatt Regency downtown? Get thee hence Sunday at 1 p.m., where all kinds of food, prizes, etc., will be available, as well as items donated from musicians. ("Five bucks for Tom Stahl's hat! Do I hear six?") After the game, at 4:30 p.m., soak up music by dance bands like the Outer Circle Orchestra, the Rod Nixon Project and the Great Train Robbery. Admission is $10, and proceeds go to the Red Cross to help Katrina victims.


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