Sunday, December 31, 2006

The 12 Days of Blogmas: Day Seven

After a short plane ride, we got back to Chicago last night and immediately began to drink heavily rejoice in the presence of our far-away friends, the Jokes.

Today we had lunch at the Mity Nice grill and blathered ourselves hoarse chatted in quite an animated fashion.

Tonight we're going to a black-tie New Year's Eve party. Peter Duchin will be playing. Well, did you evah!

It should be an evening worthy of Truman Capote's swans:


Babe

C.Z.

Diana

Gloria

Lee

Marella

Slim

The evening promises to be positively a-swimming in glamour. And champagne.

Gotta go, darlings--Kenneth is here to do my hair.

4 comments:

  1. Lovely!

    Happy New Year!

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  2. GAD.
    Did they have to did Kenneth UP for you?


    (my nickname in college was Slim...)

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  3. Happy New Year from us plebians languishing at home.

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  4. Don't kid yourselves; I'm already home in my pajamas. Because I'm just an old fart who is pretending to be glamorous.

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