Late for the Willow Manor Ball

(This post is in answer to an invitation to a vitual ball where we are asked to bring a famous person and dress as if we were visiting royalty.  It is total fantasy.  Doesn't everybody need that every now and then)


All dressed up for the Willow Manor Ball and doing OK

My day has been chaotic.  First Truman (Capote) called and told me that he was running a tad behind schedule and would I mind meeting him at the Rainbow Room. Of course I obliged, even though I thought it was a bit churlish of him.  Truman was not my first choice for the date but when he found out where I was going, he begged and begged.  How could I turn this little man down (even though he can be such a boor at times).  Now though, I would have to be ready earlier and I had not planned for this.  My vintage Ginger Rogers dress had not arrived yet, and where oh where was my hairdresser.  I was in such a tizzy, I finished the bottle of champagne that was sent along with the invitation.  I wonder if everybody got that, or was it just the "special" guests.  Finally at 5 PM, my gown arrived.
It had been too big for me when I first tried it on and it needed some alterations to fit me properly.
At 5:30 pm Harry Winston came by with my jewelry.  I decided on just some small diamond earrings  and a jeweled purse.  As you can see by my dress, I love simplicity.

The limo came for me at 7 and I was pleased to see a bottle of Dom Perignon waiting for me.  Oh, that Truman, he is so thoughtful.  It took forever to get to the Rainbow Room, as we seemed to stop at every light.  However, the champagne made the trip so much more pleasant and I was able put a nice little dent in the bottle.  Finally, I arrived at 7:30 and my date was no where to be found.  I sent the driver in to find him.  I was in a panic, so I had a little more champagne.  About 15 minutes later, out he comes with some wretched little excuse that he was interviewing some serial killer for a new book.  I thought, really, not another blood bath novel, but I kept my tongue, because time was slipping by and we were already dreadfully late for the ball. 

We did not get there till 9 pm and there was such merriment about at the bar. My throat was a little dry, so I had a delightful Cosmo or two.  Some early goers had already left, but the fun people were still there.  I saw Tommy and Dick Smothers arguing over who Delores Feathernest liked best.  She just smiled and smiled.  That lady was dressed to the nines and oh, those diamonds she wore were fabulous!  I looked around for some other familiar faces and we found John Grey (sans beard) of Going Gentley over in the corner petting the hostess' pet Bull Mastiff.  They both looked so content.   And at the bar was Molly from Some Other Mountain.  My, my, Brad Pitt is all over her. I waved to Cro from Magnon Meanderings as he waltzed by with his arm around Maureen O'Hara, but he didn't notice.  Perhaps though he did, but did not want to acknowledge us. I had heard that he and Tom Stephenson had quite a tiff with Truman.  I think it had more to do with Tom than Cro, and the rumor is that it was about candlesticks.

It is 10 pm now and I am finding it a bit difficult to maneuver around.  Maybe a glass of wine will steady my nerves.  The music is wonderful and oh, how I would love to do the Argentine Tango, but for some reason, I am a little woozy.  I think  it is time to go home and write my blog. 

It was a very lovely evening and the hostess was marvelous.  I hope to be invited  next year but I won't bring Truman again,; I think he drank way too much.