The 4th of July Weekend

Early and fresh again; not because I wanted to, but because an airplane flew what must have been ten feet above the house at 6AM. This bout of good behavior will be the death of me because I normally would have just screamed and put a pillow over my head, but instead got up and ironed today's clothing (in summer you have to have 3 to 4 changes ready). Plus, the airlines are NOT supposed to fly over the densely populated coastline. Their approach is supposed to be over The Everglades which, apart from safety, assures that in the event of a crash, like the one of Valuejet's some years back, recovery efforts are minimalized since the alligators eat all the body parts.

Last night was a great success, although I find that I am always hampered in attending my own events; it becomes a night of mindless chatter mixed with eyeing who is entering next. Eventually, my fear of crowds--what keeps me from attending Madonna concerts and public lynching--forced me to take LPJ (my Little Pal Johnny) and my kocktail klatsch out to the terrace. It was warm and sultry and I could still keep an eye on new arrivals.

A hot, steamy holiday weekend will assure that it belongs to The Palace and I will make sure to bring my camera, Mickey; I doubt the good behavior things lasts very long (it's like linen down here: looks and feels good at the start, but doesn't hold up well in heat and sweat).

LPJ expressed his concerns about, in other words, my mental health after this week and said he wants to spend the rest of the weekend with me. Clever, very clever.