With the hurricane steering south, Hurricane Headquarters at Twist became even more important. Where were you to release all that tension.
Under the guise of looking at Mr. Astor's new D-Squared belt, Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish decided to go for the gold. Really, a woman of her magnificence, a woman of her sizable presence, should be a bit more becoming. Well, I mean not becoming a monster.

Mamie did so try to put on a good face and act like the beacon of society she always has been, but--really--look at that face. There is nothing good about that.

There were some decent, titled members of society there, although...

There must have been a thoroughly good reason why I decided to strangle The Baroness against the Audubon print, but it escapes me...as did she.

Queens in a storm. God only knows what it would have been like to hunker down with them.

Yes, I am back to chronicling the trash of South Beach; here is a quite respectable member of society (although, that is a title probably no one has directed to her before) trying to tie herself to a tree in anticipation of a storm not coming. What can I say? I'm here just to record all of this.