Now we know y'all were lookin for us on Friday, but Miss Vero was busy, busy, busy, kids! We told y'all our schedule for the weekend - which at this point we are only half way through - and so many of y'all showed up and went along for the ride, but a few have dropped off from the pack and that's completely understandable. Miss Vero has spent years developing the unique combination of fabulous fun, alkeehaul tolerance and devastating dance moves, it would be difficult for anyone to keep up without the proper training and endurance, so don't feel too bad if y'all can't hang.
First things first. Thursday night, Eliot Kleinberg's lecture. At the end of his speaking engagement Mr. Kleinberg apologized for insulting everyone. Y'all just have to admire someone who insults a full house of 800 people and then has them purchase books and wait patiently to meet him. What is it with these Palm Beach Post boys? First Jose Lambiet and now, Eliot Kleinberg. Both smart, entertaining and completely down to earth. Miss Vero contacted Mr. Lambiet a few months ago by email and he sent back his cell phone number and a generous invitation to chit chat, which we did for a good twenty minutes. Then last week Mr. Kleinberg did the same. How charming and gracious these Palm Beach Post journalist are! Perhaps the PJ boys could take a few lessons in manners.
And speaking of Press Journal boys, who do we spot CANOODLING up in the balcony? Mr. Kenric Ward was getting all frisky with ____ (who knows? Fill in the blank) before Mr. Kleinberg's speaking engagement! Thank goodness he calmed down during the lecture, we certainly hoped he was paying attention to Mr. Kleinberg's insightful concept that we all are indeed Floridians.
Friday, after lunching with yet another truly artistic new Veroite at Bobby's II or Bobby's West or Dockside Grill or home of the fabulous Barbara Sharp chimp masterpiece collection (which Miss Vero imagines as are exact replicas of prominent Vero citizens), we ended our luncheon just in time to run home and change into cocktail attire. A collection of strange, unusual and fascinating friends joined Miss Vero at the Packed House gallery opening on 14th St, only to later migrate over to the Epicenter of Cool - Undertow.
We are soo happy to welcome Lady Diane, home after her recent whirlwind escapades, jet setting through Hong Kong, Australia and a quick nip back to the U.K. before arriving in Vero, joined by the always debonair Lord Albert.
Mr. Ken Daige should be Mayor! He's everywhere! Not only do we see him faithfully attending the city council meetings, but we seem to spot him at all the social functions that we attend. And no matter how silly the rest of us may behave, Mr. Daige always conducts himself in a very reserved and dignified manner, besides keeping his ear to the ground and looking past all the BS that seems to be swirling around the local political scene. Yes, a man that can be for the people and OF the people gets my vote, so hopefully we'll see him run for office again soon!
Speaking of the local political scene, Miss Vero seems to have our own personal stalker and guess who it is? Mr. Charlie Wilson! Mr. Wilson showed up on Friday night to get the lowdown on Miss Vero once and for all! And we couldn't have been more pleased! We treated him like a little cat toy, pawing at him and playin with him to the utter disgust of our more liberal minded group. Y'all woulda swore he had leprosy or something! At one point we looked over at one of our friends, who was scolding us and saying "Eeewww, don't do that!", every time we touched him. Mr. Wilson must have had enough of Miss Vero's shenanigans, because he left rather early in the evening. We promised we'd call him on the Rhett Palmer Show on Monday morning, but who are we kidding? Y'all know we don't get up that early and we only catch the rebroadcast in the afternoon, if we happen to remember.
Now here it is, Sunday afternoon and we must get ready to attend a party at the home of the lovely artist Miss Rene Guerin, who had the incredible foresight to schedule something interesting on the same day as the Stupid Bowl. Yeah!
Still more going on this week, so pace yourselves. If Max doesn't recover by tomorrow, we'll take the blame.