I know the rest of the country has been hell frozen over, but we--delicate people--are not used to anything more than one day or two of frigid weather. So when we endured nearly ten days of absolutely unusually cold weather, the town nearly came to a halt. We all love to run to the fur vaults one or twice a winter, or bring out the leather, but nothing in the fourteen years I've lived here was like this. Most of the town's homes and apartments don't have heat, or at least not usable heat (so unused, you really can't stand the smell of burnt dust, so you hope that tomorrow it will be over). But, it wasn't; towards the end I was wearing sweat pants and a sweater over my flannel PJ's, and it still wasn't enough. Business froze as people huddled at home. Fortunately , things warmed up a bit today and the weekend promises temps near eighty. Good for us; it has been a tough year and a New Years in the upper seventies might be the harbinger of better times.

There nothing that makes me happier than this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJmsoWt-KEc

This is Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish walking with me to Twist. Or, maybe she was walking me to a a cab. Who knows? I am the one in black (she's always been a "little" larger)

Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish--the legionary member of New Port and Miami Beach Society--has been reduced to reading Minnie Pearl cook books to make the time go by before her return to the debauchery of South Beach. Somehow, I see it working.

Everyone in the world--as described as South Beach Society--knows that Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish and me have been jockeying for Society, Latino boys, the rights to all the books of Good Manners. There are other things, too; but decent society wouldn't discuss them. Non-the-less, I --in a moment of extreme weakness--told Mamie that I missed her greatly, because she is a great person....period. I don't miss many people. She asked for me to send the The Twist Harrier Jet to save her from Nashville. I tried to oblige, but the jet was already being sent to rescue Pia
Zadora to perform for a special tribute to the great things I have done for South Beach Society;
MEANWHILE, she described me as the "Zeppelin of Society" in her absence . The NERVE. (but her IS and engaging photo of me entering New York).

I don't know why I get so moody that I don't post. I have a great job that I love and work with fun people, I have a boyfriend--who for the ups and downs--has been supportive and handsome, and I have the best friends and connections in The City. I don't know, but I trance off some time into this universe of confusion. Anyway, here is The White Party.
Henrietta, The Queen of South Beach in the limo she rented to bring a gaggle of us fags down to Vizcaya for the last White Party event there.
And what event would be complete without the attendance and support of the Mayor of Miami Beach, Matti Bower.
Don't think there was NO color at The White Party...on the contrary.
We know these gentlemen very well; they are conservative international businessmen. But look at what White Party does to people....
...and more outrageous.
A sea of white-dressed men.
Not that original, but always amusing.
Ahhh....the silly and preposterous. There's always room for them in my chateau.
But, the winner of The Most Frivolous Outfit Award goes to her.
In the end, it was my two, favorite people who I will remember forever as being always there when there was fun to be had, or trouble that needed to be coped with. They are friends.

To the great relief of some and the consternation of many others, The Baroness Seitzinger's foot was NOT amputated after her accident. Just one shoe was stolen in the EMR. An immediate demand is made for the return for this shoe, and--just in case there was any doubt--there are no negotiations with shoe terrorists. Either return the shoe, or face the entire resources of a bankrupt city to find it or....pay a handsome ransom for the match, and we will call it even.