David and I were really happy with the outcome of our party despite a couple of irritants. I'm sorry you didn't get to see the amazing and gorgeous all male Aussie band, London Cries, with stunning Toby Rand or my girl Ancorneil sing. As with all our parties, our guests range from our stockbrokers to our athletes that we represent to actors, musicians, and amazing friends. It's always such a diverse guest list, I wish you had gotten to see that.
As far as the uncomfortable hug with Joyce, seconds before that she was waiving both of her jazz hands 12" from my face for me to notice her, because I wasn't looking as she made her grand entrance. Sorry you didn't get to see that either. Oh, Joyce wasn't getting the attention she so desperately craves. And yes that's exactly my reaction when some one manically waves their hands in my face and then has the desperate need to hug. It's odd and uncomfortable.
The systematic disrespect from Kyle is extremely calculated, and if it isn't obvious to some of you, why not take a look at her behavior. She's always accused me of having preconceived ideas about her when I entered this lair, but this is a classic example of transference. Seems she was the one with the preconceived notions before I ever met her, then lying in her pathetic way asking "innocent" questions about my beliefs in Palm Desert in the pool, at my house for lunch, at my pool party to name a few. She may play the dumb, innocent victim with people, but I saw her for who she really is from day one. She exists in a make believe world and believes her own hype.