Tuesday was Henrietta's 71st birthday. Three clubs gave parties. Firstly, Mova started up with a slave auction of her. I'm not sure who won, but I did bid one of the many Imperial Russian banknotes my grandmother gave me--a 1000 ruble note. It seems the club wasn't taking foreign, especially long-gone ones. Next, Score opened its doors to her with go-go boys. Then, Twist hosted the grandest party at 3 AM (that lasted until just after five). It was a grueling night, particularly since I was on such heavy pain killers, I couldn't drink. Still, Majesty has a way to keeping the crowd in tow.
I'm off the pain killers, thank God. Suddenly every pain went away a couple of days ago; Dr. Brad seems to think that the fact that I started eating fish every day has something to do with it. But, meanwhile, I have to play Neville Chamberlain this afternoon to stop the constant bickering between Mrs. Styvesant-Fish and The Baroness Seitzinger. Truly, I can't take it any more. They have to realize that we are friends, first, and characters second. Mamie has to cease calling The Baroness a "hiding-her-past Jewess", mostly because it couldn't matter less to anyone, even in Mamie's version of Beach High Society. Secondly, The Baroness has to stop call Mamie a "windbag", because without windbags, we would die of boredom.

I predict: Peace In Our Time, by the time I get done with them.

Why Do I Like Thee Poeple?

Is it just because she wheres glamorous clothes and jewelery?
...is it because he owns the largest collection of Elizabeth Taylor memorabilia?
Why do I love both of these stars......
Stars attract stars.
Why do I love my favorite bartenders.
Why do I love a Republican.
Why do I love the most loveable couple Why do I love Mario?
I guess all questioned are answered

Sometimes, you just have to sit back and take it all in. It still is "Season".

More Pool Party Pics

Of the pool attendants assigned to us, this one won everyone's heart.

But it wasn't long that I was trying to cut in on Henrietta's action. Men are dogs.

And here I am whispering the dangers of such boys to Henrietta (although I did get his number--just in case he harasses the little lady, of course).
As usual, the crowd was out of control...

...but I tried to keep a dignified watch over everything.

At this time of year, parties prevail.

My trepidation about attending a party of scantily-clad pool boys was temporarily put on the back burner during the afternoon last Saturday. I may need some counseling about my current aversion to under-clad boys unless they are in our pool.
There are still works of art that need a microscope to determine authenticity. I happen to have all those tools in a smart, little, leather bag I carry at all times

I guest I will have to alter my, recently Puritanical views, and attend Saturday's pool party at the Surfcomber after all.
Well, I do remember it as a fun lark on the beach, and I do remember some fierce outfits (one of which I purchased just last week), Like I said earlier, a thousand boys, scantily clad, can't be all bad....just most.