Tiaras At The Palace
Jay; thanks for coming after all the crap you went through with our Keystone Cop security guys.
The embosssed napkins and plates set the mood for the Tiara Party. Yes, Ed Grow, I guess we can't find anything better to do with our dissolute lives, but we do it with flair. And I'm sorry about Darfur, Iraq, and all the other armpits of the world but, if they had some style, some "umpfff", they might get somewhere. As Jeremy said, "It just doesn't get better than this." but we will keep trying.
The Countess Bedelia and Seanette. They lended a distinct feminine side to the party.
Who shows up for the party, than original Seventh member, Doctor Will, who flew in from Chicago.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Ron White has the sharpest tounge on South Beach (after du Barry and myself, of course). She's formidable and has a cute boyfriend, Giovanni.
Drunk with pleasure.....
"A little bit Country, a little bit Imperial Russia". Why that song never got to the top of the charts is a mystery to me.
Ditmar's momma and papa showed up, too, and relived the days of the Hapsburgs, or something close to it.
My housemates and long-time friends, Bob and Terry. If Jeremy thinks "it gets better than this", he should have friends for thirty years (not Terry, of course, he's only 24).
My boys, Federico, Gary, and Enrique took the time to grace the party with their charms.
Every court has a sanctioned whore.....
The question was: Just How Low Can a Tiara Go? And, Andy answered it, as only he could.
Court rivalries will always, I assume, be part of the baggage of maintaining a glittering court.
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Countess Bedelia just can't keep her hands off of my boys, but good for her.
The Countess Bedelia and Seanette. They lended a distinct feminine side to the party.
Who shows up for the party, than original Seventh member, Doctor Will, who flew in from Chicago.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Ron White has the sharpest tounge on South Beach (after du Barry and myself, of course). She's formidable and has a cute boyfriend, Giovanni.
Drunk with pleasure.....
"A little bit Country, a little bit Imperial Russia". Why that song never got to the top of the charts is a mystery to me.
Ditmar's momma and papa showed up, too, and relived the days of the Hapsburgs, or something close to it.
My housemates and long-time friends, Bob and Terry. If Jeremy thinks "it gets better than this", he should have friends for thirty years (not Terry, of course, he's only 24).
My boys, Federico, Gary, and Enrique took the time to grace the party with their charms.
Every court has a sanctioned whore.....
The question was: Just How Low Can a Tiara Go? And, Andy answered it, as only he could.
Court rivalries will always, I assume, be part of the baggage of maintaining a glittering court.
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It was, like all of du Barry's "events", magical. It represented the gathering of the Northern Court and Southern Court, the original Seventh Calvalry, new friends like Jay, and some Super Bowl fans who just wandered into a world they never knew existed.
Countess Bedelia just can't keep her hands off of my boys, but good for her.
How much fun can you have......
posted by Alexis du Bois @ 1:47 AM
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Peter has such a wonderful sense of style and fun. And somehow the fact of SuperBowl weekend just added the right spice (all that testosterone). Clearly a bit of SoBe legend has been created and enacted.
Her only worry is, "How do I top this?"
Well, you know you've made Dubarry's shit list when you see your tiara passed around like the town whore in all the photos. The only tiara with a police badge on it worn by every civilian in South Beach. I will wear a black band on my badge tonight at work. Wish I could have been there :(
Mr. Brian, You can now ride the trolley with the rest of the town whores!!! And BTW, the Countess' silver bag came out of retirement just for the occasion. Eat your heart out!!
Plus duBarry cooks!!
Yes, Brian, you are now passed around as it you were in Miss Kitty's whore house in Gunsmoke.
By being absent, you became the target. Welcome to The Palace.
Hey, where is my picture??
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