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.