We survived an interminable Beverly Hills Seder that year at Betsy's brother's in-law's palatial mansion, which is basically a living art museum, replete with display cases and vaults in the wall. Really incredible, actually. Zach was still a toddler and we kept him basically chained to our side the whole night. We were literally on our way out the door when Zach, in a move which still defies physics, managed to reach out, grab a priceless African baked pot which was on an end table, and then throw it violently against a wall where it smashed into a million tiny pieces. Strangely, we've never been invited back to their home after that.
