Clive and I had a lovely time at your 3rd Annual Ball Willow Manor Ball
Everything was divine. Your others guests were quite charming. Charles Simic whispered a sweet little verse in my ear and of course made me swoon. I kissed his handsome cheek. Sir Anthony Hopkins and I sipped a little Chianti in the wine cellar and exchanged Fava bean recipes. Do you know he makes a dip not unlike hummus with Fava, very interesting. John Wayne flashed me his big gun. What a rifle that man has. Did you see Cary Grant, he was itching to leave from the moment he arrived. Some people just do not know how to have a good time. Lady Gaga, well what can I say about her. She makes a fine Manhattan but she best learn to keep her hands off of Clive! Oh and Zsa Zsa she had on way too much makeup. Boy did she ever hit the atomizer a little hard.
The food and drink, wonderful my dear! I will be attending hot yoga for months.
The grounds were perfect, so many wonderful spots to link arms with your lover or in some cases, lovers. Speaking of which, this brings me to the reason we had to leave. Clive was found in your garage with Lady Gaga, who incidentally was drunk from all those Manhattan's she made and I was a little distracted by Alan Rickman. His Shakespeare recital was moving and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Margaret took Clive out on the dance floor so that I could have a little time with Alan but Patrick was nearby and I promised him a dance too. The whole thing started to get a little heated and in the interest of good taste and in consideration of your other guests, Clive and I decided we needed to take this passion back to my boudoir.
As you can see he is very dreamy and now I must close this letter because he won't stop staring at me and I just can't control myself any longer.
Thank you for a most memorable evening.
Hugs and Kisses,