Hope
As of this morning, I had heard from everyone but my adorable Jeremy. His area of Brickell Avenue was badly damaged, and the cell phone situation is not getting better (lo and behold, cell towers need electricity to operate. Who knew?) I can imagine him off on some military mission deep in Miami where electricity won't be restored until late November!
I hope the rumors of my sister, The Countess du Barry of Newport, arriving for a surprise visit are true. Only someone like du Barry would recognize the value of formally announcing a "surprise visit" well in advance. I imagine the cryptic comment from "401" was du Barry; not many people would know that Ward McCallister's nickname for "the" Mrs. Astor was Mystic Rose.
And I hope that The Palace gets power back this weekend. The 50-foot extension cord from The Tides Hotel won't get us through Halloween weekend, and I'm tired of having to escort all those Latin boys to the darkened bathrooms.
posted by Alexis du Bois @ 5:44 AM
4 Comments:
my imagination is so cruel...i just pictured u as Lumiere, the chandelier of disney´s beauty and the beast, stalking all those cute latinos in the bathroom...
ok, maybe i took the wrong pill this morning...
omg...Ian is hysterical...
mrs astor...so glad to hear that you have power and are ok. Brickell Ave was badly damaged? Shame...I remember so much of that as being so pretty
hope your sister shows up as well!
Here's hoping that you give a smack down to Jeb's "unprepared people dont deserve help" remark, Mrs Astor, no matter how small.
god bless,
mike
Ian, you know me; I would never be impolite.
Glitzy, sissy showed up; Brickell a mess.
Mike, when Jeb and his brother stop raping the country and state of riches, I will sleep better.
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