"the" Mrs. Astor

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Jeremy, The 7th, and Magnum

Here's Captain Jeremy and his top Lt.'s, Will, Andy, and Bryan swearing allegiance to The Palace and each other. Poor Jeremy suffered a relapse with the malaria on Sunday and could not show for maneuvers. He's lost 13 lbs. during this ordeal and will bounce back all trim and luscious; and if you could see his nurse, Jose, you might want to get sick for a day or too, also.

Without Jeremy barking orders as only he can, the 7th started to run amok early in the evening. I had a sense that things were going to go the wrong way; grabass was turning in the other direction and I eagerly accepted the invitation to go for a ride in B&T Mark's flashy convertible. At his suggestion we headed over The Venetian Causeway which was the first bridge to connect the mainland with Miami Beach and travels over six islands that make up the very ritzy Venetian Islands. At 8PM is was 82 degrees, clear, and I even saw a shooting star as we drove toward the mainland.

This is a rare event for me. I HATE the mainland. I will make up almost any excuse not to go there. I hate the bad roads, the bad driving (the last thing most of the drivers in Miami drove before coming here was a donkey cart), the political corruption, the list is endless. But Mark had suggested stopping at the restaurant, Magnum. It's owner Jeffrey, had owned a beautiful French restaurant on The Beach years ago which I often went to, but high rents forced him and many other quality mom and pop (or pop and pop in this case) businesses out. I knew about Magnum, but it was--of course--on the mainland.

We walked toward the most banal-looking concrete building you could imagine (I felt like I was entering the back door of a bowling alley). We entered a foyer, though, that was lovely: low lighting, gilt mirrors, delicate French furniture, and beyond the heavy velvet curtains at the opposite door we could hear laughter and a piano playing. We raised the fringed velvet and found the room alive with activity. Jeffrey greeted Mark right away and even remembered my going to the original restaurant. Before we walked to the dining room I glanced at the door to the "bowling alley" and back to the room. It was decorated like a Second French Empire bordello. Dark red walls, mahogany wainscoting, leather and upholstered furniture, and dozens of old mirrors and prints in gold gilt frames. At any moment, I could have expected Violetta to rush in and collapse in the arms of a lover. We ordered dinner, but I was too excited to get beyond the soup; it was a great experience, although no sweet thing collapsed into my arms that night. There will be others nights spent there no doubt, and I obviously have to temper my dislike of the mainland. Jeffrey is there to greet you and his boyfriend is the chef.
Magnum is on 79th St. off of east of Biscayne Blvd.


At 3:56 PM, Blogger Showtune said...

I gotta get back home! I miss you all!

At 6:06 PM, Blogger Jeremy said...

I love it... The seven will be back on Sunday, this I promise!

At 7:09 PM, Blogger Jesse said...

Gosh, I miss you all SO much! There are no people I'd rather be with in a Hurricane! :-) *sigh*

I SHALL return! :-)

At 7:13 PM, Blogger Jesse said...

Uncle Alexis,

BTW - you said "wainscoting". We are officially the same person! :-)

I was watching "Martha" yesterday morning, and a caller (obviously a gay male) called in to say how when Martha premiered that he was SO excited that he invited over all the other ladies on his street "aka the Desperate Housewives of Wisteria Lane" for a watching party. They had a contest to fold the perfect t-shirt. Amidst all the Martha excitement, he BURNT HIS KITCHEN DOWN! Something on the stove caught on fire, then he threw it in the sink, but that caught the drapes on fire and the whole thing went up in smoke. My mother was like "Jesse! That man sounds like your kindred spirit! You should be his best friend!". LOL...what is up with gay men and our love of Martha and wainscoting?

I'm not gay - I just love Martha and wainscoting.

At 8:20 PM, Anonymous Black & Tan Mark said...

When you are back in town we will make the trans-bay voyage to Magnum. Who knew how good life (or at least the food and music) could be on the mainland :)
--B&T M

At 8:28 PM, Blogger "the" Mrs. Astor said...

Yes, yes, yes; it's all so good and lovely, but without the 7th who can protect us from the hoards? I mean, Mark and I only made it in because we had scarfs around our heads, and I--for one--an NOT going to live like that just to dine in a French bordello.

At 10:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

the big hot pink sparkly phoenix has raised from the ashes!!! hazzah! ::cue disco music::

At 11:48 PM, Anonymous mikevil said...

There really is no problem so great that it can't be solved by photos of cute boys such as these.

At 1:42 PM, Blogger "the" Mrs. Astor said...

Show-you're back; I just had a cocktail with you and the humpy Victor.

Jeremy, I won't feel safe until you return, but (please) not in that dress.

Jesse, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you are VERY gay. In fact, you can't get much more so and not be in Jeremy's dress.

Bees, let's do The Hustle again.

Mikevil, the 7th is a band of cuties, aren't they?

At 2:23 PM, Blogger Jesse said...

I'm not gay. I just like to wear Jeremy's dress.

At 9:48 PM, Anonymous black & tan mark said...

The 7th must appear tomorrow, 12 November, at the Palace during the afternoon - a knighting ceremony will be held...

At 7:47 PM, Blogger Countess Bedelia said...

Mrs. Astor,

Where are you? No blog updates for several days. Either the return of electricity to the Palace has short circuited your brain or you are just having too damn much fun to post.

Love, The Countess


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