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By the end of May, the Dallas social season comes to a screeching halt. Once the kids are out of school, cocktail ensembles and Jimmy Choo's are pushed to the back of the closet, making way for Havaianas and breezy sun dresses. Frankly, I look forward to this respite from hairdos, false eyelashes, shoes that challenge my balance and stamina and dresses that remind myself that breathing is overrated. |
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But,
this is Dallas,
so there always
has to be
at least one
huge, over-the-top
party at some
point during
the summer.
Every year
D Magazine
breaks us
out of our
summer slump
to bring us
the Best of
Big D.
The event
is to celebrate
all the people,
places and
things that
have been
named by D
as the best
of the best.
My friend
and personal
geek, Allen
Gwinn
won for his
blog, www.dallas.org.
Check it out.
He's a terrific muckraker
and keeps
City Hall
and DISD on
their toes.
Anyway, over
2000 people
showed up
at the Palladium
Ballroom on
South Lamar
for the "Gold"
party.
That's right
- everyone
and everything
was dripping
in gold -
cheesy, shiny,
gaudy gold.
You might
be thinking,
"how
trashy is
that?",
but honestly,
I really thought
it was kind
of fabulous
- not in a
tasteful sense,
mind you,
but just fun
and fabulous.
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Shay Lopez and Jessy Jamez
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My husband and son were out of town that evening and I wasn't in the mood to get dolled up and go to a party. Curling up and watching a couple tivoed episodes of Entourage seemed like a much better way to spend the evening. Duty called, I did need something to write about for PinkMemo and D had given 40 V.I.P. tickets to The Fashionistas (another good reason to join our group, by the way). My devoted friend Lawayne Schrader agreed to go with me, not really knowing what she was getting in to. When we got to the Palladium, there was an enormous line of cars waiting to be valeted and of course they didn't have enough room for everyone so we were sent to a lot in the middle of nowhere which put us into a cranky mood.
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If you haven't ever been to this event, it's hard to imagine what a huge undertaking it is. There was a large silent auction with great stuff from Bliss Spa, Lululemon Athletica and Nokia, just to name a few and three bands and a DJ rocked the house from seven until midnight. Lawayne and I are old and tired so we left after 10pm, but believe me; it was just getting cranked up at that point. If you like to mix food with your liquor, delicious nibbles from La Duni, Nana, Palomino, Perry's plus a bunch more, were available. The food was pretty much devoured by 10pm, so next year you'll need to get there early if you want to eat. The crowd consisted of a lot of very cute young girls who were all pretty nicely turned out in their black and bright gold. Kim Kroll, business manager for The Fashionistas, and I caught up with Shay Lopez and Jessy Jamez, who looked great in their gold spandex tights. They were serving Barefoot wine and champagne and were very pleased to tell us that the cost of the white wine is $4 per bottle and the champagne is $8. That's the kind of stuff I drank when I was a poor starving graduate art student. We would cash in our plastic and glass bottles and scrape enough money together to buy a bottle of cheap wine. |
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Lawayne and I spent most of the evening hanging out on a red velvet banquette in the V.I.P. area with Kim, her friend Laura Goza, John Libby, Cody Isaac and Mark King. I loved how my gold Alexander McQueen dress looked against the cheap velvet fabric. Barney's manager, Ken Foret, and Jackson, the concierge at Barney's and one of the most dashing men in Dallas, were spotted working the V.I.P. crowd along with Yvonne Crum, Jill Rowlett and John Clutts who came in with a big group. All in all, the evening was fun and festive enough that I didn't really mind drinking that awful wine.
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Cody
Issac,
Mark King
and
John Libby |
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