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The SceneUntil today I'd never heard of the Fleur de Lys house.



I had heard of its owner, Suzanne Saperstein. I mean how could I not know the biggest haute couture customer on the West Coast.

Turns out Suzanne Saperstein is a good friend of The Trevor Project and hosts their annual garden party in her 45,000 square foot French limestone home. Sable Crow invited me and I said, Yes, please.

Spent a couple of hours touring the home and the grounds, a stunning homage to Versailles and other French palaces.

No wonder Mariah Carey reportedly had her eye on it. Listing price: a cool $125 million.




Felt like we were traipsing around a Vegas hotel not a private citizen's home.

Maybe that's why I had an uncontrollable urge to jump in the pool. The fact that is was Vegas hot in L.A. today didn't help. After my second cocktail, I decided there wouldn't be any harm in "accidentally" falling into the pool.

That is until Sable Crow put on his "I'm on the board of the Trevor Project" name tag. Ugh. Now everyone would know that the girl who took a dip in the pool was a board member's date. Fie on that name tag.

So instead I yuked it up with Sable Crow's pretty pals. All lawyers, all brilliant, all a blast. Fell particularly hard for Sable Crow's newest, um, friend Lashes and Dimples.

A saucy legal eagle with a fashion business on the side and friends at the UN in Guatemala where he's off to next week. PLUS he was matching me cocktail for cocktail??? I'm in love.

After a moving presentation about the incredibly vital teen suicide prevention work the Trevor Project is doing, we were treated to...drum roll...ballroom dancing.



Random but not as random as it sounds. The lady of the house recently opened a same sex dance studio in WeHo. Gawd, I love rich people.





As if all this wasn't enough fun for a Sunday, on the way out, I also got to rub elbows with Dr. Doogie Hauser himself - eeeee!

And the young Bruin who won the Oscar for writing Milk. Please note the consternation on my face when I remembered he isn't a Trojan.

After the party, we headed out to Ciudad for dinner




A little sustenance to keep the philantropic party train going

You see tonight USC's Lambda Alumni Association was hosting a graduation party at the new bowling hotspot in LA Live.

Decided to brave breaking our old hips and support young gay Trojans.









Today marked the first time in 13 years of friendship that Mr. Diabolina, Sable Crow and I have bowled together!!!

Not too surprising since Mr. D is the only one of us who bowls more than once a year. See his sweet form?












I on the other hand am a bit of a problema on the lanes. I blame my pigeon toes ;)




Thankfully Sable Crow reminded me of one critical point: we were bowling with queens.

Which made tonight more about laughing, dancing, looking pretty and drinking mixed cocktails than dumb ole athletic skill. My kinda bowling. My kinda Sunday.








The Outfit

Fashion District dress

The Accessories

Marc by Marc Jacobs heels

H&M clutch

Brass Plum earrings

Chloe sunglasses

The Grade

C





The Commentary

A garden party at the fabulous house of the West Coast's biggest couture client screamed maxi dress to me.

Spent the last couple of days hoping a gorgeous flowy feminine dress like this would magically appear.

But when I awoke today and there was no gorgeous Fancypants dress in my closet, I had yet another fashion emergency. Didn't help that I was convinced I would look chunks and sweat through anything today.




Finally settled on this look because of the color. And the whole fluttery detailing kinda looks like a garden, right?










Figured I'd play up the girly and ladylike today




The ratio of men to women at Trevor events is usually 4 to 1.












Think I would have felt more confident about my look if my hair was behaving.

The new bangs have a mind of their own. F.

Thankfully the boys were eating me up despite all my neuroses. Super flattering since I crush on all of them. Also feels good to know I've still got the hag magic after all these years.

















Also good to know: Leggings are a smart bowling alternative to jeans on a hot day.







Simply rock a long top and you're all good - Nini and Hahn in Vegas style.

Not good: switching into flats in a hurry and forgetting to bring your socks to a bowling alley.





Thankfully no one called me out for bowling in my regular non-regulation shoes

Though one young boy did muster up the courage to ask me: Where did you get your cool bowling shoes? I should have said Chanel.