it seems we can now tell you about the dinner party the other evening.


do you remember the Dinner Party we attended the other evening that we could not tell you anything about?

well, we happened to be looking online for something else (yes, we lie) and suddenly (still not exactly being truthful) we “found” a picture from that evening Had Been Published.

would you like to see it?

you would?


be kind.

who-we-are-in-RL had a LOT of jet lag after those 2 x red eyes to Manhattan and back.

Screen Shot 2013-10-25 at 9.51.31 PM


look behind the Government Minister (the lady in the black dress and pearls) – yes – her right shoulder (her right, not yours) – there she is.


black pashmina and pearls.

you can’t see the Doctor Martens.

but they were definitely worn (the shiny black patent ones).

The house?

it’s divine: 1928 – a Wallace Neff – with some renovations noted here 

Her Majesty’s Consul General lives there.

and some rather Royal guests have stayed there not Too long ago.

we cannot find Any Mention of the lovely chandelier therein.

but we had a *shiver* when we found this article about a house on the same block

because this is what we posted on Instagram that very night.

Screen Shot 2013-10-25 at 9.42.52 PMwe always knew we had Absolute recall of stills from films (and pages from books but that’s another story) but this made us *gasp*.

the reason we thought about the scene from Pretty In Pink as we were driving around before the dinner party is because we were on the same street at Molly Ringwald twenty seven (SERIOUSLY??) later.

w o w.

did you notice how we didn’t reveal the Guest List at the dinner party or what Was Said?


we did too.


Yes, Minister. 

we may have left years ago but we still recall the Protocol of the British Empire.

hello 4.35AM.


after gazing at One Too Many departure boards (two red eye flights in 3 days and yes, the eyes are a tiny bit red – going lightly on the mascara and wearing Big Dark Glasses) we Woke Up early but rather rested this morning.


Although This Morning we woke up about *looksvaguelytofindaclock* about 4.30AM for several reasons:

1. we’re on East Coast Time (glam but exhausting to recover from)

2. a drive of 100 miles south needs to start by at least 7AM as who-we-are-in-RL has a Consulting Engagement there today (and no, she’s still not letting us drive so we’ll read a Nancy Mitford novel in the back stretched out admiring the blue-blue sky and ask her perhaps testily to Turn Down the Depeche Mode)

3. we went to a marvel(l)ous dinner party last night and we need to write our Thank you letters to the Host and Hostess

but it’s so yummy to be back.


in the middle of Tasks and Meetings yesterday, we took a trip to what looked like Indonesia….


but was actually an outdoor Mall at Century City (near where they keep the agents) – they call it Westfield – but we couldn’t see a Field nearby at all (didn’t this place used to be Desert or at least Orange Groves?)

the dinner party last night?

we’re not allowed to say Anything.

but we will tell you that there were actual Crests on the pepper grinder – and we don’t think they got them from the flea market in Pasadena on a sunday morning (just before one stops into a quiet cafe to read all the sunday papers).

and it was in a Very Lovely part of town that we Never go to (usually)


full of grand houses and quiet hushed cars prowling the avenues with security firm logos on the side.

Very Fancy.

and such fun.

yes we wore the pearls.

and hell yes we wore the Dr. Martens (the black patent ones, just to be respectful and a bit festive).