My teux-deux list:
- Rent out the garage apartment. Dear Lord, send me a Sabrina who can handle $6,000 per month.
- Retrieve the PETA pelts out of storage.
- Get the pool remarcited.
- Take last season's frocks over to Razamataz. Even I can't pull off Lacroix anymore.
- Send the Birkin to Paris for lock replating.
- Make chemical peel appointment. (Note to self: Don't mix up phone number with marcite man like last year.)
- Lose 250 pounds of ugly fat.
That last one is going to cost me. I should have listened to Rusty Newsome and just lived with the man instead of marrying him. He was Fernando-Lamas luscious but went to seed. And now he wants to be kept in the style to which I accustomed him. God, good sex gets expensive when you become une femme d'un certain age. I was so much older then; I'm younger than that now.
Thank God I still have my work. Life here on the island goes on, and I still have my job as social columnist for local rag, The Slicky. And when the season comes -- as it always does, hell, highwater or Madoff -- I will be here to chronicle it all for you. Do come back...