It's good to have Jeremy back and the troops came out to welcome him. He loved Bogota and said it had about 50 gay bars (which is 46 more that South Beach). Most of us have trouble imagining a city like that maintaining such an open life, but he said life was good there for American visitors.

Some people refuse to acknowledge the end of White Party; they can never let go. But South Beach should settle into a sleepy three and a half weeks now. Although I bemoaned the level of activity there was one, civilized moment when Pimpernel gave a lunch on Sunday; it was a welcomed retreat for several hours and was--of course--a bonanza of foods and beverages. I truly exhibited some restraint after the feast of Thursday, and obsessed about that this morning. No worry, though; he's invited me over for another late lunch tomorrow and then onto his champagne Goodbye Party at 7 PM tomorrow. The gates of The Palace will be flung open again to The Court and, unless I want to meet him at the airport on Wednesday for some nuts and cocktails, it will be the last, farewell gathering. Well, who knows....there's always breakfast.