Christmas at The Palace

How can you NOT get that warm, holiday feeling when you are wearing Ferragamo heels, clutching a Gucci purse, and wearing a cashmere mini-dress while pretending to actually like that middle class Christmas tree? Yes, there's a war going on and the economy is about to slip into the abyss; but, I spotted a table-top over there that will be just glorious to dance on as everything goes down. Thank God, that purse was filled with drink tickets; it just would be Christmas without them.

Good friends gathered, toasted, watched the drag shows, drank some more, and solidified the the fact that we are the most fun venue in town.

I was glad to contribute to the fun of the evening, here with Stephen and le Compte la Mot. Tonight everyone was asking for another appearance; that is just not possible. (Well, it is; especially when Mr. Astor likes it so much. We live in a wonderfully complicated world.)