Consider it a Gatsby-level shindig: The male guests are tuxedo'd, the women are stunning and the shrimp cocktails never run out. Attendees catch up on the latest yacht gossip while a string quartet lays down the Bach, as is proper.
But the problem with an outdoor party is the bathroom. Where can your guests relieve their refined bodily waste products? In a porta-potty, like a band of commoners?! Perish the thought, old chum, because a Shrewsbury police detective has solved that problem by offering "luxury restroom cottages" to St. Louis' party elite, with luxury pricing to match.