Taking a little break here on a Saturday morning after two nights at Mr. Astor's country estate, boys and girls are lounging around the pool, a tenderloin in the crock pot for when Mr. Astor comes home here tonight, and I just made a lovely casserole for KiKi. But before life settled back--at least for a day or two--to gracious normalcy, there had been some very glamorous affairs. One was at the palatial suite of The Countess in the nearby palace, The Carlyle; new marble floors made one's footing questionable and the master bathroom was larger than most studio apartments.
Some glamorous people, indeed, where seen entering The Countess's little gathering; here, Karl Lagerfeld and Anna Wintour were a bit surprised by the photographers. Others followed like Naomi Campbell (we had to hide the phones) and Kirsty Alley (we had to hide the lettuce).

But no bigger surprise was the arrival of two Dream Girls. Now I can't exactly say what stage they have been appearing in or who's dream they were, but I quickly introduced them to Kristy.

No big plans for today; I keep reminding everyone who moans of being tired that we have just emerged from the two week baccanal of costume parties, birthday celebrations, sleepless nights, and a host of other draining activities. "This merry-go-round has got to stop,"I say; and that's when they order a drink, take out a bottle of poppers, and start to laugh.