“Manhattan, Christmas vacation, Not so long ago.” This is the text that appears when Whit Stillman’s film “Metropolitan” starts. I immediately start going over memories of the break I have just come back from myself, and from those past. I would find out that my memories would differ drastically. None of my memories held conversations of the validity of deb parties or glasses of fine Scotch. They held a lot more mediocre beer next to campfires on the river.