Before this thread winds up I must relay a story. . .
the title of this thread reminded me of an afternoon "tea" party that the lead wig designer held in his summer apartment the first year I was in the wig department of this shakespeare festival. He had the huge old fashioned melamine cups that we drank out of and at random times he would call out, "New cup, New cup, Move down!" at which time everyone literally threw their cup in the air and received a new cup. Since the cups were Melanine they didn't break. He had stacks of cups in all these various colors. So fun. Ah the memories.