Linda promised to come to The Palace on Sunday for the afternoon tea party and "entertain". When I arrived she was in the middle of a three hour go-go dance at the railing in the blistering heat. Most would have succumbed to that heat, but Linda kept on dancing; I loved watching the expressions on the faces of the people passing by: awe, confusion, admiration, amusement....all there.

Later in the evening I simply threw myself on a divan and looked into the eyes of a thoughtful barmaid at Twist, asking for help in relieving the pressures of the day. "Bromide, please; and put gin in it." My girlfriends surrounded that evil social rival, Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish (middle) as she attempted to take advantage of the toll the heat had taken on me. From left to right, Good Larry, Riley, Mrs. S-Fish , Andy, and my beloved Leo. (Until the end of my days, I will never know how the photographer managed to airbrush Mrs. S-Fish's ample form to actually look like she could fit in a dress that small.)
3 Comments:
Oh my! You make my life at the summer palace feel a little dull...but it is a lot cooler here in Transylchusetts.
It's hotter than Hell and Hell is jealous.
awwwwwww, the days and nights of south beach. I MISS THE PALACE (and your royal highness!)
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