"the" Mrs. Astor

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish sent my this photo with the question of whether she should buy it. I told her in no uncertain terms that I would personally lead the PETA protesters outside her townhouse should she even think of it again. Actually, she was moving the item from the home of her Palm Beach into storage and thought of me; anytime anyone has something excessive to report, they think of me (I don't understand it).

Tomorrow night will be the great seventeenth anniversary party at Twist. The old Patio Bar has been turned into something I now call The Jungle Room; how very appropriate, and it is absolutely gorgeous. I personally upholstered the chairs in a (fake) plush tiger print and I saw the newly painted results of the walls and bar today. This is a party the town anxiously awaits every year, turning out people who would never think of going out on a week night. The crew has been working relentlessly for many weeks and they have done wonders; I hope they can all relax now and enjoy the fruits of their labors.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Mr. Astor's birthday party was a great and fun event. I thank all who helped, and pity any who did not attend (you--quite frankly--will never be invited again to anything, again). But, what magic...and it continues today.....
Perhaps the greatest note should always come from those who travel most to toast you. Here we have the most interesting characters in the play, coming from Broward County, Miss Penny and Miss Vicky. What a joy it was to see them, as short of a time it might have been. Of course, that is the Compte La Mot on the right, a true friend and great advisor .
Michael is the only challenger to my tile of Silver Fox. As much as I love him, he has to die.
Mr. Astor proudly present his bunt cake. What a joy he has been, putting with all our madness and actually enjoying it.
The Baroness Seitzinger and I had a "ring -off" as the night began. Admittedly, her ring was very new, like her title,, and mine-well old, like mine. That is the only way we exist without pressure.....She is new money (and well spent publicly) and mine is old....so old that bats fly out as much as they can ( I don't allow mischievous behaviour like that)
Henrietta showed up in an astounding, lime. silk, accordion pleated dress. Call me what you want, but, you can't ask for better.
On top of everything else, there was a bachelorette party going on just across from us. I couldn't help myself not to invite them over to meet the Queen of South Beach; they were beside themselves!
Well, the three queens, David, Victor, and (hmmmmm) was it James?.... Well, we tore the floor up.
General Manager of Twist, Valentino, joined us in the wee hours for some last moment revelry. A true, if somewhat forgetful gentleman, Val is a friend to us all.
And, what night would be complete without a visit by Wire owner, Thomas Barker, and his current bevy of friends. Thomas visited the house briefly this week and we lovingly remembered how much fun we used to have together.....tearing up place after place, drink after drink.....Oh, the fun.

My true devotion is to the birthday of my greatest lover (and true, lover) of all time, Leopoldo; we start again today!

Friday, June 25, 2010

So, after three hours, my devoted computer expert restored by little baby back to me without losing any files. As he worked, he talked of nightmarish scams and schemes to hack away and eat out computers. It makes you not want to leave the house.
Will, Robbie, and David represent one of the new married "couples" in town; the three of them exist as an entity in a town given to excess. (OK, I have been since informed they are not couples in any sense of the word. I only report what is squawked in my ear.)
Robbie, one of a trio was totally enjoying the attention he received from both boys and girls.
...but--as always--the night disintegrated into complete hedonism; those poor girls.
Before we went out on the town two weeks ago, we met Henrietta for a afternoon libation at Twist. That hair has always been out there, but that day it was Other-Worldly.
There was one sultry, Miami night two weeks ago where we accompanied Henrietta out on the town. Always the wise one, she wore a a sequined top which radiated both glamor and comfort. Mr. Astor always exudes both.

We spent one week decorating Twist for its seventeenth anniversary party June 30. After working days and nights, all is done. Tomorrow is the birthday party; I'm so exhausted.

Well, we find ourselves in the final twenty four hours of birthday preparation. There is so much food to be prepared, still. It will, however, be a success.
The details:
Saturday, June 26 at 6 PM
Location: Bar 1 at Twist
Celebrity bartender: Tommy Decker
Half price drinks and plenty of food

I'd like to say it is now in God's hands, but unfortunately it is in those of my own and those of my fellow chef, Raul Rodriguez. God can take a rest tomorrow. There will be no rest for any of the rest of us as this event plans to go on though Saturday night and into Sunday afternoon and evening.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

I greatly regret the silence of recent days; these have been troubled times, personally, but nothing that ordinary beings don't experience. Sometimes, you just think you are extraordinary and beyond the touch of those things that nibble at the toes of every-day people. Most of the time, you don't even know you have toes, being so wrapped up in patent leather and all. Of course, the crash of my computer at home due to a virus from Facebook (those FUCKS), hasn't helped.

Beyond these things, I have spent an extreme amount of time on the decoration of Twist's 17th anniversary; that is done and will be celebrated on June 30. Now I have to devote every moment and effort into Leopoldo's forty-fifth birthday party this Saturday at Twist; it begins at 6 PM and lasts until the last stripper goes home (or to the pool).

After this coming weekend I will be officially exhausted, but I'm sure there will be some things that come to be addressed in a manor that only Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish and myself could deal with. And, don't think that the vulgar Baroness Seitzinger is ever very far away from sniffing something that might position herself in a fair light. There is great talk of a trip of a hunting lodge in New Hope, Pennsylvania. I have always loved hunting lodges since Mayerling.