Art Deco Weekend packed Ocean Drive; I met Deco enthusiasts from Chicago, California, Britain, and Italy and The Palace was overflowing with these visitors, our fanatical regulars, and--of course--The 7th and my beloved Jeremy, their captain and my protector.

I was totally involved with design ideas when into my office stormed Jeremy, Matt, and even Tiffany. They politely demanded I appear in the main bar. I bid a temporary farewell to my sweet and walked out into the usual frenzy; the packed bars and restaurant were joined by a huge crowd gathering in anticipation of Miss Tiffany's show. I've always been amused by the general public's fascination with drag. At Monday's birthday party for Tiffany one Venezuelan family in particular was enthralled by the six-foot three-inch entertainer wearing a floor-length ballgown and a tiara. When Tiffany approached them and began singing an impromptu pop song without the benefit of musical back-up ,the children (quadruplets, no less) started dancing in a circle around her. It was surreal.

Similarly, she danced with and teased men yesterday in the middle of Ocean Drive who would ordinarily never think of associating with a gay man, but who were more than happy to do the Bunny Hop with a drag queen. A regular ambassador of fun, Tiffany even manage to entice a number of them into our bars for a drink; I overheard one guy tell a buddy that he would let a drag queen blow him, but never a guy. My head spun.

Also heartily enjoy on that brilliant Saturday afternoon was the first-ever "Arf" Deco Dog Promenade, The Miami Dance Machine's performance of ballroom dancing for children, and The Argentine (!) Tango champions Colette and Richard who performed on a specially-constructed stage. I was exhausted by the time I arrived home to KiKi.

And it is all about to start again on another spectacular winter day on South Beach.