Yeah, but she didn’t bring her shoes.
On Friday I was at a dinner party at an interesting home: It’s on a wooded hilltop acreage in the middle of a city and most people don’t know it’s even there.
You get this:
In the middle of this:
The land has been owned by a few characters over the years and is now in the hands of normal folks, but apparently it’s where Imelda Marcos hid when she disappeared for a time….you know, back during those troubles she had.
I’m not one for going gaga over public figures of any sort, but I have to say that I felt a certain something in knowing that I sat in the same sofa that she once did. People can visit The Viper Room and think about River Phoenix but, in this part of the world, my version is more exclusive and therefore more cool…..are you reading this, Duncan?