There was a time, not so long ago, when the Metropolitan Club in New York was a high class joint, with an exclusive membership and a strict rule against publication, especially on the internet, of the goings on of its members. Now that’s all gone and not surprisingly, it’s everyone’s favorite parvenu Michelle-Marie Heinemann who’s helped kick it over the cliff.
Here’s her report on a Christmas Ball held there last week, at which she was guest of poor old Paula Timmerman, who should know better. If there is now any difference between the Metropolitan Club’s parties and one of those pay-by-the-hour staged soirees put on by publicity rags like “Black Tie Magazine” and “Fairfield County Look”, I can’t see it. What a shame.
(UPDATE) Just noticed in her blog that she’s threatening to do the same thing at the Everglades Club when befuddled Paula sneaks her in there next year. I suspect that unless that club joins the Metropolitan in its desperate quest for publicity (and so far, it has most emphatically not) Michelle-Marie will be tossed out on her liposuctioned rear the moment she tries to horn in, camera in hand, on a member’s conversation.
On Friday I attended the Metropolitan Club Christmas Ball, it was splendid as always. My hostess was the beautiful and gracious Paula Timmerman. We have sat through many dances together, chatting about our lives and all that we are doing.
Paula has the most adorable little doggie that my children just love.