Invitations

Maybe all is not as bad as it seems. My thoughts about visiting either Argentina or New York brought out these responses which tell me most of my dismay is home grown and now I have two (or five) gorgeous invitations.

From my dear Jake in New York:

Milady, also known as the compassionate, the beautiful, and the long living, The royal houses of New York implore you to visit our courts. Beset by the finest jewels and wearing the finest asian silks, you'll dazzle our young suitors and drink from our finest cups the juice of Bacchus. We'll dance the Charleston and gaily sing with the royal symphony such delights as "Dancing Queen" and "I'm Every Woman". Milady, our King has not such long had such a befitting suitor, and as New York society becomes stale with the stench of complacency, such a precence could only do good for both our beleagured souls. Such rumour of peasant revolts and intrigue greatly upset our hearts, and we beseach upon you the invitation to our distant beaches where you will be recieved with great glory and rich splendor. The high society of New York has much desired to recieve such a dignitary such as yourself, and our shores have not been touched with such a presence since your last departure. There is no more fitting a retreat for a lady of such high regard such as yourself than the salons of gold and velvet which appoints our walls. Fullfil our entreaties your Grace. Your vast empire will be under no disability as Jupiter himself has promised to reign supreme over your land and granted you young Heremes to take your arm and accompany you safetly to our great bastion. Dear Lady, we hope our invitation has found you in good spirits and the postion to find yourself in favorable agreements to make such a timely and precribed journey. We await word of your decisions, and send emissaries carrying the ord of Dardunus and a bust of Venus, so that you may always be reminded that you, in fact, are the most beautiful woman to be born unto us mortals - a gift from Phoebus.
6:59 PM

And let's not frget That Pimpernel, the master of Credit Suisse:

By GOD, Girl! Your last blog entry, I'll be depressed for years......... Well, actually, no. However, it does point out the obvious. You really need a break. Pack your steamer trunks (and your swimming trunks) and get out of SoBe. Come to Switzerland...........

I've got to get out, to be sure; I am crumbling emotionally.


(And how rude would I be without mentioning the invitations to non-stop pasta dinners in Toronto with Mikevil and his husband, Derwood, and another to Missouri with Ed Grow and his husband Darwin. What sweet people, all.)