Ok, so round about 1963, the best movie EVER made came out, starring everybody in Hollywood that is funny, with a simple plot that everybody understands well (Greed), and if you don’t find the movie funny, go join some cult in the woods and drink the poisoned punch. Oh, do not bother writing me and telling me to watch this or that if I want to know what funny is either.
I was 8 years old, and remember sitting in the back seat of our car with the parents and my two of my brothers. Yep, we were watching the movie at the Drive In, the one that was at the corner of Government Blvd and Azalea Rd in Mobile, Alabama. I remember that movie quite well….it was probably the first movie I can remember on the big screen. But what I absolutely remember most was my mother laughing. She loved that movie and I had never heard her laugh so much in my few years of life that had by then been spent mostly shitting in diapers and causing her grief in ways I can’t imagine. Basically what most of us accomplish by the age of 8.
Today I just accomplished one of my goals in life. I got my mother over here and sat her in front of the TV and turned on that classic. Yep, she laughed, but the volume in her voice is gone (she’s almost 84-sorry for making your age known momma) but she laughed so much she had to wipe the tears from her eyes. I’m pretty sure she’d not seen the movie since that first time….it was the first time I’d ever seen it in full since then myself. Like a time capsule, we went back 45 years today and I could listen to that wonderful laugh. Her humor is still there, her mind too, her tolerance is getting better, and by golly who can bitch about taking the afternoon off with your mom and watching a movie in your own home. My little brother showed up near the end, I’m not sure he’d ever seen it (he was born in 1963), but he was laughing the minute he walked in….what movie can capture you immediately no matter where you happen to join in? This is it….and cheers to the cast. If you ever have a reunion, I want to be there!
The ‘Car Boys’ hosted one of the most amazing New Year’s Eve Parties at their home in Palm Beach (you’d best visualize a stunning gated stone mansion). Yes, if fun times, exciting conversation (with exception of my very short one with Margo Kidder), stylish people (dressed fancily in everything from jeans to tuxedo’s), and lavish everything else beyond description with a dash of racy counts, this party would impress you too. This party was so perfect, it makes gala events you see on TV look cheesy. So, I report that it appears that some in Palm Beach have not particularly given a shit about the downturn. My friend DB points out that the test will be what happens after new years when the Society Pages look for Philanthropists to photo. Stay tuned. While most of my past New Year Eve parties have been less fancy, I did wear that expensive shirt I bought in Paris last June…it drew a few comments so my inner wardrobe fretting was quickly put to rest and made me feel somewhat better about that extravagant and unnecessary expenditure. The flowers that graced the buffet were stunning. I’m sure they alone cost more than 99% of the New Years Eve parties around the Globe. Fine Champagne was poured freely and the outdoor table was loaded with mounds of delicious foods that never ran out. A full complement of bartenders were making sure you were adequately over-served if necessary. They had it all, even shooters poured into a trench dug into an ice sculpture that said ‘2009’ so to be properly chilled before allowed to bother your lovely throat.
Lunch on Friday at Mar a Lago was stunning. I had never been before and after a simple lunch on the terrace with friends we took a gentleman’s stroll around the lavish grounds of the former winter home of Miz Merriweather Post, the cereal heiress. Hey, don’t fret if you were born without a kazillion…everybody can be a somebody in Bobbo’s world because it’s what you accumulate on the inside that matters most here.
I know people are hurting financially, and many are in denial of their lost wealth. No one knows how bad this one turns out to be. Bobbo.com is all about someone that is very lucky, knows it and makes this effort to share it. One of my friends Dr. E. R. gives simple advice….’just keep smiling’. (he’s suffering from Parkinsons and a stubborn son that won’t talk to him). I say hell yes to that advice Doc. We’ll just deal with it, but let’s not be in denial, times is gonna be tough for awhile.