Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

PRINCE PIERRE VON YORQUEE REQUEST YOUR ATTENTION MILLIONS IN FOREIGN BANK BUT BUY US NOW DRINK PLEASE!

So it’s ten o’clock at night and I would normally just be getting ready to go out for the evening but after a hectic day starting with a phone call from Miss Vero (having a meltdown over using a Blow torch to de-ice the windshield on her new Bentley this morning) and having two mimosa’s for breakfast, meeting the hunnies for martinis for lunch - I’ll tell you I was stuffed, since I ordered six olives instead of my normal four!

Miss Vero wanted to interrupt my pre happy hour nap to do some shopping. She found the best, absolute unbelievable little shop in town called “HAUTE MESS”! It is the cutest, funkiest little boutique that has ever hit town and leave it to Miss Vero to get the word out. First of all, it is a little piece of heaven in it’s décor and merchandise. New and Vintage mixed like a perfect martini and too cute for words. Style and sophistication that made us feel like we were transported to a big city, if only just for a fabulous moment. I bought the most stunning studded blazer which I have been wearing non stop and well, you’re just going to have to find out for yourselves. Go visit Amber and Nicci at 1916 14th Ave nest to the French Quarter or check out their website:

HauteMess.com
















It is very difficult to keep up with Miss Vero and most mere mortals cannot. So, I decided to take my uh-um “sinus” medication and we hit the Cobalt room for the best happy hour and I proceeded not to eat my olives, I figured hey, I had a big lunch. Then, after driving around town in Miss Vero’s newly windshield-less Bentley, yelling four! out the window at everyone playing golf around town and explaining to the cops that the open container law does not apply to a chauffeured vehicle and anyway by the time he came up to the window I had already chugged the rest of the champers in site. Since I wasn’t driving, I very matter-o-factly told him that I can’t be bothered with this little indecent exposure problem that he was trying to arrest Miss Vero for and I explained at this point, we were very late for an evening of fine libations and exquisite (and by exquisite I mean extremely drunken and bad) dancing at what the “Word on the Rue is” the hippest new place (well only new place) in town, Joey’s.



So we arrive to the door to what seems to be a gaggle of bouncers checking I.D.’s, everyone’s I.D., including the oldest lady in existence Miss Vero, which I find comforting since I don’t like to go to jail R. Kelly style. We entered into a wonderful play land of debauchery at its finest. Now the first thing that I noticed, after I got my martini of course and my eyes started to adjust to the ever pulsating lights from the dance floor, was that wait a sec people in Vero Beach do know how to dress. What, have my prayers been answered? I mean really, not one boat show is sight? I think maybe three shirts total didn’t have collar and only five of the collared shirts were polos. It was the twilight zone of Vero fashion, a parallel universe one might say. Has this little Fashionista finally found a place in this town where he doesn’t stand out like a sore thumb as the best dressed person in Vero? I am not saying I wasn’t the best dressed because I was, I am saying that wow there are people in this town who know and care about what they look like. This got me thinking. I have lived here almost all of my entire live, except while attending fashion design school, and I only know a third of these people. Everyone and I mean 99.8% of everyone here doesn’t just dress well but is extremely attractive. I don’t mean extremely attractive in the way that I forgot to eat dinner but am now of my fourth dessert. Come on people, I have been doing the martini diet since I could eat, but actually attractive and all appear to be of somewhat affluent descent or professionally upward mobile on their own.

But regardless of trust fund status or not as the remixed Lady GaGa come over the speakers. Our good friend (and distant relative) Miss Vivian Von Voot, FINALLY shows up, so much more than “fashionably late” and we can no longer control our self running out to the dance floor. In true Viv style she finds the cutest boys in room, gay, straight and otherwise to dance with us… God I love her! So after having a little work out Miss Vero and I go out back to warm up and throw another cigarette on the fire and have very intellectual conversations about politics where everyone didn’t have the overly “conservative” point of view and would actually listen to what other people had to say.

Miss Vero, in her true Royal way, holds court and counsels. There were young real estate agents, pre med students, pilots, and all around people who were actually going to accomplish something other than becoming a good old boy like their fathers or having five babies before twenty, like most of the people do in these parts.

After much needed and refreshing conversation and the best networking done in one place imaginable, I suggest to Miss Vero that we head off our traditional toxic hell run, since we don’t need to be wasting gas and driver might just get mad and quit if he has to clean volcano sauce off the leather upholstery again, that we should try one of their pizzas that seem to be always available out of the wood burning brick oven. Which I have to say my motto of “nothing tastes as good as thin”, felt terribly wrong that evening after having that delicious slice.



As I drank my bloody mary the next morning (mom always said have 8 servings of veggies a day), I sat, ala Carrie Bradshaw, in wonderment whether or not Vero finally accomplished what has seemed to be the un-accomplishable by making a night club that might actually be a refreshingly chic place for the younger hip upwardly mobile of Vero who don’t wear boat shoes and talk about well nothing but themselves doomed to turn into the same old Vero.

Haute Shopping? Fashionable Nightclubs? Just what kind of world has Miss Vero pulled the curtain back on? I don’t care, I’m so glad she’s here.

Stop it! Love it! MWAH!

Friday, January 15, 2010

HAS IT BEEN THIS LONG?



Oh hunnies! Has it really been this long since Miss Vero visited with y'all? A whole, entire month since we posted at VeroNews.com? What in tarnation has our gin soaked brain been up to? Well, y'all might say we've been in hibernation mode or y'all might say we've been in hyper-nation mode depending on how y'all look at these things.

Yes, Miss Vero has been out and about around town but we've also been busy on a top secret project out of town - a little sumthin we like to call "refillin' the coffers" if y'all know what we mean...

So let's back track a little bit and just as excitin' as watchin' your neighbors vacation video, let us tell y'all what we did during the Great Winter of Vero 2009 ('cause today it's back in the 70's and the Great winter of Vero is officially over).

Let's see... where did we leave off? Oh yes, Vegas. What happens in Vegas usually stays in Vegas but we did manage to bring back a photo of our Bonanno sandals in front of the Fabulous Las Vegas sign. Y'all know that Miss Vero is not as limber as we once were so getting our ole leg up that high was quite a accomplishment! While we did hobnob with celebrity friends and attend some rockin' parties, our biggest thrill was meeting the "Old Man" from the History channel show "Pawn Stars". We just walked right into the Famous Gold and Silver Pawn shop and there they were, all three generations, just like on TV! What can we say? It's the peculiar things in life that make us happy hunnies.

But back in Vero there were a quite few Christmas parties that needed attending and our favorite soiree was at the lovely home of Miss Michelle Genz, who, by the way, is a fabulous hostess with an exceptional local to entertain. We bumped into our pal Jose Lambiet, Gossip God at the Palm Beach Post and caught up with all the celebrity goin's on. Then, a few rowdy Miss Vero fans literally dragged us to an after party at Miss Fran Love's Clubhouse, where there just happened to be a Drag Show and other such debauchery. All we can say is that a certain Miss Claudia is an instigator who will get y'all in trouble every time. HA! Just kidding kids, y'all know the truth is that Miss Vero enjoys every minute of fun and is truly the spark that ignites that troublemakin' fire! A big ole MWAH! to Miss Claudia for being so much fun and to Miss Fran for givin' us so much Love!

On Christmas eve we were back in town (somewhat unusual for us) and went out looking for a party. It felt like Vero had become the Island of Misfit Toys, stragglers wandering around like olives without martinis, just looking for a leader and so we found our niche and prepared to fill it. Joey's had a quiet grand opening party that night and we enjoyed the hospitality of Mr. John Bono and his fabulous brick oven pizzas. We met up with Mr. Bob Moulder from the new Citrus Grillhouse as he was enjoying the quiet time before his grand opening next month. By now the word is out and last weekend when we got to Joey's again the place was PACKED!!! It is by far the hottest thing that has hit Vero since....well, since us! we don't have to wish them luck, only offer congratulations because they've hit it big hunnies. Mr. Bono promises that they will be open each and every night, kitchen open till 12:30 and bar open till 1am. Finally... a real night club in Vero.




And then it was out of town again, feeling like a pinball bouncin' around and the one thing we regret is missing Miss JJ's New Year's Day party. Howevah, we were so pleased to see Miss JJ honored on the front page of verobeach32963's January 7th edition with a wonderful story that y'all MUST read. Y'all might remember back last spring, (March 3rd, to be exact) we did a little post about a party we did attend at Miss JJ's home where she greeted everyone with a huge silver bowl full of mint juleps! Now y'all can understand why we are so sorry we missed the New Years Day party!

The saga of Good Ole Charlie Wilson and Mr. Ken Daige. Hmmm, what to say about that? Those were our choices for City Council back when the election was on. Funny how things work out. We wish Mr. Daige the very best and are genuinely happy for his appointment. We know how much this means to him and how hard he is willing to work for his community and as we have said before, we also know that his hiatus has given him a new perspective and we expect him to not be the same Ken Daige this time around. As for Charlie...somehow we think he'll be all right. He's weathered this storm and everything serves a purpose. Given his short time in office and the excellent coverage by Lisa Zahner on local politics, perhaps the citizens of Vero Beach will now demand better representation and more transparency of their elected officials. One thing we love, the look of utter frustration and impending heartburn on Tom White's face every time Vero Beach City Councilman Brian Heady (Ha!) begins a sentence. Every. Single. Time.

As always the fun continues downtown, emanating out from the Epicenter of Cool - Undertow and rippling over Cafe Mojo and Bodega Blue. Last Friday night was a trifecta of fun with all three hotspots offering live music to cool and curious crowds. One of Miss Vero's favorite blues boys, Ben Prestage, gave a standing room only performance at Bodega. We also ran into our favorite Mayor Kevin Sawnick (who has his own website!) and we just love to see out and about. This weekend should be no slacker and expect to see these three establishment hummin along once again. and the best thing is y'all can find a central place to park downtown and WALK to all three.

Times up! Y'all don't have the attention span for more of our bablin' do you? Didn't think so, but hunnies there is so much more...Please click on all the highlighted fabulous links and oh, we almost forgot - THE SHOW! Yes, some of the children who house sit for us thought it would be fun to turn on a camera and record their antics in Miss Vero's absence. Well we expected them to raid the alkeehaul of course, but who knew they could be entertaining to boot? Who know what may come of it? Yes, indeed.


MWAH!

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