Edison Farrow's Maritini Parties.

Edison started his seventh year and if you are looking for a different venue every Tuesday, with handsome, gay, professional men, mixed with a few good-time boys, AND you like martinis, these parties were made for you. After ascertaining who is going, I rush to get there early to pow-wow with Edison; between the two of us we may have a grip on town gosssip unlike any other. Tonight, we centered at the disturbing raids on private homes for charity parties and the like. It's appallling and I'll address it this week.

"Happy times, good friends." J with our favorite environmentalist, Frank, and our buddy Jay.

And don't think Miss Innocent Babe-in-the-Woods hasn't been planning her own Latino court. The Official Latino Court of Ramona has already been warned of a possible foreskin--I mean forward--attack this weekend. As we knew before from contacts deep inside Jesse's clique (and a couple of moving bushes), Baby Jesse has his own little group of admirers. You are doing well, dear, doing quite well.