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. Let's be very clear here: I reacted so sharply because for one moment I thought she had a genuine interest in my tattoo that I'd told NO ONE about or shown, but she just happened to know about it. And then she starts and lays her pathetic groundwork for a very clear and dangerous setup.
First off converting as she did to a beautiful faith, she truly does Judaism an incredible disservice if she can't tell the difference between our two symbols. My bikini strap was not covering up my large tattoo. The point is she's known from day one what my religion is and consistently goads me. I may believe in love and light, but I will not be quiet when I'm being insulted either. Nothing that comes out of her mouth is honest or authentic.
Yolanda's, yes, completely hungover... OMG! We were there for a good hour at least, so yes, the minutes you see totally look like I'm obsessing. It was really beautiful up there though, and I loved the idea of painting tiles for Yolanda's daughter, Gigi. As far as Jacqueline consistently challenging my religion, of course I'm going to react, but I must say I giggled when I watched her scene with Kim. It was so entertaining, and for someone who doesn't believe, she sure gives me a lot of credit.
Until next week have a magical one.