Days fly by so fast, and it isn't even season. There was a non-stop parade of parties from Tuesday's Martini Night by Edison Farrow up until last night's movie night by Scottie at Twist. And, although these events have always lined up like this, perhaps the very best part of it all is to have a dashingly handsome man on your arm, one everyone now expects to be in that place. Social life takes on new meaning whether you have the next mayor in tow or you are in a bowling alley; everything is brighter in a town that glows 24 hours a day.
We thought we were ending the day at Scottie's presentation of the original La Cage Aux Folles (next week is Birdcage). It was well-attended and hilarious.

But the evening was not to be put so easily to an end. Drunken water ballet burst out in the early morning hours, Leopold, Neil, and I doing our very best Esther Williams.

Just when I was about to bring charges of 'hooliganism" against The Countess, images popped up on my camera to remind me that people who live in glass castles shouldn't throw stones.