Les Dames du Boeuf Were the Boeufiest
Despite it taking over an hour to get a cab (!) I finally made it to Le Boeuf a la Mode for last night's swingin' soiree with the infamous Les Dames du Boeuf. The dames were as fetching, fascinating and well-dressed as advertised. One cute vintage outfit after another, oh, and the hairdos! I was among many women who share my abiding love for the short bang. I don't know what the other patrons thought of the big, loud table of women sporting Eisenhower era frocks and Bettie Page fringe. Each of the women though had her own unique style and story to tell and I was thrilled to be with so many like-minded vintage vixens.
After polishing off my 2 salads (I'm a vegetarian after all, no boeuf or rabbit sausages for Dixie) I had a plate of frites. Around dessert I regaled the poor, trapped ladies with The Cutest Story Ever Told tm -- the story of how I met my boyfriend which involves metaphysics, pricey underwear, philosophy, the New York Transit System, pancakes and adultery. It takes about 8 hours to tell and they were all very patient. I made it home close to midnight and Dr. Waffles and Lulu were mighty glad to see me, especially their bladders.
And here's my adorable palsy walsy, the cute cute cute Coco Doane, with me apres le Boeuf bash. She is hilariously showcasing my business card, whilst I look on, apparently, musing on man's inhumanity to man.
(And check out my groovy 50's "Try Your Luck" Las Vegas purse with glitter and real dice.)
It was so swell having you! You might want to add this book to your list: The Bombshell Manual of Style by Laren Stover. A personal fave.
Posted by: miss carly | July 17, 2008 at 10:07 AM