Gray skies couldn't darken the happiness of having Jeremy back home. A river of alcohol turned into a flood carrying many of us to our demise. As the room filled up with the usual mix of people intent on having a good time, Mr. Astor and I led the quadrille and--feeling a little light-headed and giddy--I even performed a zesty folk dance to Shakira, prompting a gasp from Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish and an eye roll.
It was a vibrant afternoon in the tropics and the out-pouring of old friends, was combined with...

...the addition of new.

We had all waited six months for this day. Original Seventh members join Ray's Latino Brigade, prompting Captain Marc to ask, "You must feel very protected today." I did and didn't even wear my jewel-lined corset out in public.

Everyone commented on how Marc seemed even taller than usual as he joined Jeremy to hand power back over to the original protector of The Palace and it's countess and court.

Of course, Jeremy needed a little help in being able to look Marc in the eyes. And Marc wasn't even wearing his signature, teal pumps. A great time for all.