Henrietta Rules

Another one of "those" Sundays... Leopoldo had the day off and we went haywire. I remember religiously watching To Tell The Truth, and my worshiped Kitty Carlylse would often cast her vote with the preface, "Now, let this be a lesson to all of you..." Well, listen closely; Don't ever, ever start a Sunday with Sambuca for breakfast.

But, what a day it was. We met up with the charming student, Julio, who wanted to interview Henrietta, but she was late and didn't remember my number to call. Like all icons, Henrietta doesn't bother herself with modern contraptions like cell phones and was three hours late. Still, like all good things, it was worth the wait; Henrietta swept into The Palace and held court like no one else could.
Radiant and regal, she swept the afternoon crowd off its feet.
Don't tell anyone, but Mr. Astor took me to some bizarre discount store (educated consumer that he is) and we found a treasure trove of stuff including those glasses. Most of his collection of designer glasses could bail out a third world country, but those he found for just a pittance.

And, Henrietta is no fool. If you can cozy up to a razor-tongued, sharp lawyer with nipple rings like Rily, why not?

Connie (she-so-bad) Chung has been a long-time friend of Henrietta.

Aw...in the end--as drunk as we all got--we had to give up the day to the wonderful, gracious Henrietta. (Her hair seems to tell a story that she was having a good time, too.)