Most of those in attendance seemed to agree that Mickey Easterling went out Tuesday evening just the way she would have wanted to -- well dressed and in the thick of things.

Guests of the local philanthropist, socialite and party hostess swelled the gleaming marble foyer of the Saenger Theater on Canal Street, plucking champagne and fried eggplant from the trays of passing waiters. Music sounded from a jazz combo parked on the balcony overhead.

And Mickey, as everyone called her, took in the whole scene from her perch on a wrought iron bench, her famous accoutrements of hat, feather boa and cigarette holder all in evidence. She even wore the diamond-studded “Bitch” pin on her chest.