As I sought out the wreckage of last weekend, I have to comment on this very amusing card sent to me by Baroness Seitzinger; how right she is. But how the mail service got a drunkenly scrawled envelope addressed to "Mrs. Astor" with just my street on it is a marvel. I have another event to plan for this weekend, but it is so secret that only the highest of the land know about it. This actually means more work, but--if I know my parties--it is going to be a great event. I will not be performing any acrobatics at this one.
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I wager $5 that when you fill the pool with GNTs before the guests arrive and proceed to drink it all like the booze-hoover you are, you certainly will perform acrobatics--if you can count "ankles to Jesus" as such. You naughty bird, you!
(It feels good to be back.)
And, it feels good to have you back. All my best.
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