Rocky and Coco Mazzilli are coming to stay with me for a week while their dad’s in LA, better known as Hell-A, to quote Bill Hicks.
They stopped by yesterday to see if my place was to their liking, you know, like a good hotel. Coco, so chic, in a bubblegum pink pullover, looked around, her nails clicking on the waxed wood floor, while Rocky, seated himself on the arm of the couch like a Pinkerton Guard casing the joint.
I was flattered, when Coco poked through my closets cooing in approval, from one stylish woman to another.
After naturally, serving refreshments, Connecticut making her cameo, those almond biscotti seemed to seal the deal. They will be arriving by town car on Thursday with more luggage than the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, so I need to get ready.
I’m told Rocky will be bringing a trunk filled with various coats and sweaters being quite the swell, reminding me of my friend Ed who, too, is kind of that way, flashed and dashed for all seasons. Of course Ed is much taller, and Rocky, I’m told, hung like a horse, but style wise, they’re in sync.
Stay tuned for a really good Dog and Pony Show at the Hotel Susannah. So, is my room ready?