A meeting of top executives involving much hot air and many pipes of peace, with hardly a decision made.
Jim: Dude, where's the CEO today, I'm trying to sort out his email account that he hasn't logged into for 2 years.
Dude: He's at the Bigwig Powwow at the Ritz.
Jim: suppin' champagne and not making decisions? How unlike him.
Dude: You got it!