Ughhhhh…I hate watching that scene with John dancing at our cocktail party AGAIN! What’s the big deal? We were all just having fun…Hopefully that’s the last little flashback we have to endure of that.
So I met with Ramona for the first time in a while. We had much to catch up on, including her situation with Mario and Avery. I’ve always liked meeting her for dinner; it’s always a good time. It was cold and rainy, and both of us were fighting off colds, so I was very happy it was in front of a cozy fire to keep us warm. Fireplace and vodka…that cures everything. I knew we needed a little drink to warm up to the divorce chat. And like I’ve always said about divorce, it’s a process. There is no one meeting or one decision and certainly not one conclusion. It’s the dismantling of a long, loving relationship that involves many years and a beautiful child, so it has to be handled with caution, respect, and grace...if possible. Ramona seems to be on track, her confidence is booming, and she seems ready for the next step. The fact that Mario and Avery are even speaking, let alone are on good terms, makes me so incredibly happy. Avery’s a great girl, and quite frankly, Mario’s always been a great father. What happens with Ramona and Mario does not and should not ever change that fact. I knew I’d get a reaction out of her when I mentioned I was off to see her favorite person…John. Bethenny has said before, “The heart wants what the hearts wants,” and I want John, so guess what folks—I get to have John. He makes me happy, simple as that. Isn’t that what we are all trying to do and achieve, a little happiness in this journey we call life?
Oh! That therapy scene with Bethenny…how exhausting, right? I feel like we’ve been living that confrontation with her stepfather for the past month. I mean, therapy can be exhausting, sure, but enough already! That damn can of worms just needs to be avoided at this point. Bethenny has bravely chosen to peel back the layers (remember, Bethenny is my onion…) and let those skeletons loose. It’s made me tense watching it all unfold, and I so wanted to just make it go away. But I guess that’s the point: It can’t go away until it’s dealt with. I know it’s tough, and these demons always make us or break us. I think it’s clear she’s bigger and better that these darker moments, so this was hopefully the closure she needed to move on and not have it tug at her every now and then. It was very brave, and I can’t admire her enough, honestly.
So…wait…the Latino Show Magazine party for Sonja’s new line. How is that for an off-the-wall invitation? You wouldn’t naturally make that connection, but welcome to New York City! That place, Vanessa Noel, is one of my favorite shoe haunts in the city. And the party was great! The people were fab, the food was delicious, and with Lady Morgan looking incredibly glamorous, what a night! I’ll be honest with you: I did not quite get the connection with Sonja and this particular magazine at first—it’s like celebrating Joan Collins on the cover of Essence—but that photo spread was truly amazing. She looked impeccable, and the fashions are really beautiful. Looks like she made a hat where there was no hat! Huzzah for Lady Morgan! (I loved her red dress, too.) Aside from that little Ramona taking Mario food thing, I really enjoyed myself, and after all the snippety comments with Madame Yummie and Lady Morgan and Kmart, I was happy the event went well. Sonja deserves this kind of support and positive attention. It makes me happy to see her celebrated like this.
Meanwhile, down in SoHo, Carole is “running for office,” and she not only looks the part, she looks fabulous in the part. Go Carole! To me, I saw the journalist and competitive spirit is takes to win an election. And, besides, with those great “rock star” American flag flyers, how could you lose? She’s always had a great sense of direction, knows how to take command, and she knows how to dress like a powerhouse. Sad to have missed the victory party at Carole’s. I would’ve liked to have celebrated the win as well as answer the burning question I’ve been fixated on for years: What does a 3-year-old hot dog taste like? And who wouldn’t want to sit and dish about child support and alimony? You just KNOW how much that THRILLS me...Look, I know Heather means well, but I guess there are some topics we should all avoid like the plague, because someone’s children and their marriage (or divorce) are pretty heavy subjects for a cocktail party. She should’ve stuck to the tattoo dreams her heart made. But back to Carole…I had no doubt she’d win. You go girl! Maybe the 3AM break-ins might have to stop, but hell…there’s always a window! This could be the start of a new career, and I’m particularly great at hosting fundraisers. Definitely count me in, but…one should know…when it comes to Carole, you can count out The Countess. (You're welcome.)
Speaking of The Countess…I was SO happy when she told me she’d be hosting a birthday dinner for me at Petrossian. How nice was that, right? Quite the luxurious surprise, too. For those who don’t know, Petrossian is like the caviar capital of New York City. If you like caviar, it is a caviar experience that will leave you feeling like you're floating in a bellini when you’re done. For moi, this is perfect, because I love…and I mean LOVE…caviar, but never feel it’s worth buying for myself. At these prices, it’s either a tin of Ossetra or a new pair of Laboutins, you know what I mean? (OBVIOUSLY the shoes always win.) I have to say I was very saddened by the way Ramona and Luann behaved. John didn’t deserve that humiliation, especially not in front of an audience. There is a time and a place for everything, and a birthday dinner wasn’t it. What they did was mean, uncomfortable, disrespectful, awkward, and quite frankly, pretty damn cruel to John…but mostly to me. They should’ve either shared their thoughts with me at a different time or just continue blabbing about it behind my back…ultimately, I don’t care what they say. And I think that annoys them, but…“c’est la vie.” How would Luann feel if I brought up issues about Jacques? Or would Ramona appreciate me disparaging her date that night…as he sat next to me? I don’t think so. I think it was obvious I wanted to crawl under the table or disappear; my feelings were very hurt. Don’t get me wrong: I was incredibly grateful for the lovely dinner, but I would’ve preferred a pleasant dinner at McDonald’s than this embarrassing episode at Petrossian. You know what I mean? I wanted to enjoy a simple birthday dinner with friends, not become the main course.
Until next week, xx!
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