Sunday, December 30, 2012

A big night in store in the Big Apple

Dear Zuri,

Christmas in Stockholm dazzled and delighted! But New Year’s Eve in the Big Apple will be spectacular! I reconsidered my Jenny Packham (I have another event in Feb. it'll be perfect for), and decided to go with this Catherine Regehr off-the-shoulder number. With my stiletto Edmundo Castillo pumps, I may outshine even the Waterford Crystal Ball in Times Square!

I'll be wearing this off-shoulder gown by Catherine Regehr on NYE!
The Cipriani 42nd Street just drips with European decadence and they have a VIP table reserved for us. After we’ve rung in the New Year with music, dancing and champagne, we can limo over to the B.B. King Blues Club for their famous after party. You will finally get to meet Allie! I’m so excited to celebrate the end of 2012 with my two best friends in the world.

This morning I received the most exquisite bouquet of roses. The concierge here at The Plaza brought them up himself. The card read, “It will be a night to remember.” But there was no signature. Do you have any idea who may have sent them? It could be one of so many. . .

I dare say I am intrigued! I have a feeling New Year’s Eve may have some sensational surprises in store!

I’m off now to the spa for some primping and pampering. A vaping vamp's gotta look her absolute vampiest on the last night of 2012!


Sunday, December 23, 2012

Extra Brut (and I'm not just talking champagne!)

Dear Zuri,

Landed in Stockholm last week, and spent the past few days recovering from jetlag at the Story Hotel in the middle of Östermalm - you know, the ritzy, east side of Stockholm. This hotel is amazing! Art deco paintings and artwork everywhere and you should see my room, not to mention the gentlemen both inside and outside the bar. We’re definitely staying here next time we meet here!

Last night I went Christmas shopping at NK, (a giant, Swedish 'mall') and happened to catch their yearly fashion show. It was a “smörgåsbord” of fashion ranging from DKNY, Burberry and some Swedish labels; one of them is called 'Acne,' which definitely doesn’t translate well!

Absolut Ice Bar, Stockholm, Sweden
While mingling in the crowd, I ran into an old co-worker from my New York office who was apparently working with a few of the designers! I hadn’t seen him in several years and when he invited me backstage for some champagne with the models and designers - well, I know how to seize good opportunity! I was wearing my favorite long-sleeved black DKNY dress and leather jacket, and was feeling especially fashionista-vampy ;-)

After meeting the male underwear models, I whipped out my e-cig and vaped backstage while scantily dressed, gorgeous men uncorked a bottle of Grande Cuvée Extra Brut champagne. A vaping vamp likes both her men and her champagne in extra brut!

Then a few of us ventured out to the Absolut Ice Bar to chill out and tease a few turister.

Gotta go, my aunt and uncle just called me. . .


Sunday, December 16, 2012

Night flying

Dear Zuri,

So, as you know I’m spending this Christmas in Sweden, to have a little bonding time with colleagues and catch up with my Swedish relatives.

Well, the flight to Stockholm turned out even more interesting than usual. After buying a bottle of Vol de Nuit (which ironically means “night flying,” exactly what I was doing) at the duty free shop, a tall handsome German with curly hair and deep blue eyes sat down next to me at the gate.

Looking down at my footwear, he said, “With a pair of shoes like that, you’ll need to stay warm.” (I was wearing my favorite Lagerfeld pair- the ones I bought last time we were in Paris, those white, vintage heels, remember? ;-) )
My favorite Lagerfeld shoes
I couldn’t help myself but flirt back, “That depends on just how hot my destination is” whereupon he promptly offered me his Valentino cashmere scarf (I just adore a well-dressed man in a scarf!).

As we flirted back and forth, Tobias informed me that he's a German diplomat returning from a lengthy stay in Minnesota (the international negotiations took place in Minneapolis). I vaped while he told me a little about his life in Berlin.

He told me he recently quit smoking (for the umpteenth time: apparently, it’s an on-again-off-again thing, you know, just like some relationships). He was quite fascinated with my vaping. I told him that kissing a smoker is like licking an ashtray, and he asked me if that was an invitation. Oh, the vampiness knows no limit whilst vaping!

After boarding, he magically appeared next to me in seat 1B. He said, “Traveling next to a beautiful woman. . . now that’s traveling first class.”

As the flight attendant handed us two glasses of Cristal champagne, I said, “no matter where a vaping vamp sits, she’s always in first class.”

More on my visit with Tobias later… just heard back from my CEO...


Sunday, December 9, 2012

I vaped while Terrence flamed

Dear Zuri,

You'll be happy to know I landed safely in San Francisco into the arms of my new friend Terrence – you know, the one who works for Tommy Pham's Grp.E brand of "great fitting jeans that are comfortable, tough, and come off in a snap."

Too bad he's light in the loafers (blue suede Versace loafers, to be exact) because he's one hunk o' burnin' love. We met a few weeks ago in the executive suite at The Who concert in Minneapolis, and got our grind on to the give-me-fever hot rockin' soul of opening act Vintage Trouble. They call their fans Troublemakers, and we definitely fit the bill!

Vaping at Vessel, San Francisco
We started the night at Kiss Seafood where their food is artistic perfection; the halibut under egg custard and mushroom/scallop broth was to die for. Then made our way to the classy club Vessel, where a little naughtiness ensued.

After popping a bottle of Veuve Clicquot, I vaped and he flamed. I was red-carpet white-hot in my Badgley Mischka halter cocktail dress, which caught the eye of a certain someone known in celebrity circles. Naturally, Terrence, who dresses the glitterati for sexy success, also knew him.

It was like a scene from a slow-motion movie as Patrick made his way to our table. He gave Terrence a slapped-shoulder hello, then turned toward me and asked to be introduced to his lovely lady friend. I extended my arm and he gently grasped my wrist, went down on one knee and gave my hand a tender kiss. I love it when a man falls to his knees for me.

So let me tell you a little more about Patrick. Uh-oh, freeze frame. Got a flight to catch!


Sunday, December 2, 2012

What you missed in Paris

Dear Allie,

I’m so bummed you missed Paris! What a trip! Zuri knows everyone who’s anyone. And the food…well it was almost as delectable as the guys. Speaking of the male persuasion, I met this Parisian gentleman, and I use the term gentleman loosely, darling.

After a scrumptious dinner of Breton lobster with fennel at Le Grand Vefour, Zuri and I were vaping it up at Le Cab, a timeless underground club next to the Louvre. It’s no surprise I caught his interest…I was wearing my new Gucci Volant dress, so chic!

Vaping inside Le Cab, Paris
Anyway, this hot Frenchman sauntered up and kissed my bare shoulder! I went to slap him, he caught my hand and our eyes locked. Mine flashed pure outrage but his, well, the look of passion flamed hotter than any cherries flambé! Zuri hustled me out of the club cursing him in French and Russian and even Bulgarian I think!

But that didn’t stop him. Later that night we saw him again at the Moulin Rouge. I caught his gaze across the room just as a waiter delivered a bottle of Dom Perignon. My skin tingled.

The server handed me a business card. Zuri tore it from my fingers and gasped when she realized who my admirer was. She clicked her tongue. “No, my little Vita. You must not. He is magnificent yes, but too dangerous. Many a woman has been burned by his flame.”
But I thought to myself… a vaping vamp doesn’t get burned, she adds fuel to the fires of passion!

Call you later. I’m late for a meeting!


Sunday, November 25, 2012

I ate Viktor's dinner. Literally.

Dear Zuri,

Remember Viktor from our night on the town last week? The cute red-haired guy with the Russian accent? Well, he insisted on making dinner for me. How could I resist? You know I’m a sucker for a home-cooked meal, since I have no patience in the kitchen.

He came over last Friday with bags of groceries in hand, wearing a heavy wool cable knit sweater looking just as charming as the other night. I love a man in a turtleneck sweater! I enjoy going out far more than staying in – but I could already tell this evening was going to be different. . . and it was!

He brought all the ingredients for Pasta al Salmone Affumicato – which struck me as strange that he was cooking a classically Italian dish. But it turns out his mother is Italian. Hmmm, I have a feeling that there’s more going on with this red-haired Russian than meets the eye. . .

Pasta al Salmone Affumicato. . . smoking hot (and so was Viktor!)

As the smoked salmon sauce simmered on the stove, he dug right into my spice cabinet and pull out just the right spices. He transformed food into art, and I could tell by the way he talked he could work this same magic no matter what he touched.

When we sat down to eat, I was eager to dig in. But picture this: Viktor gently dipped his fork into his food, and then slowly lifted the first morsel into my mouth. Oh, it was all so tantalizing. . . and so was that first bite! I was so full after dinner, I simply had a sweet mango vape.

Oh, well, you get the picture. I think I might keep Viktor around for a while. I might just need him to fix that squeak in my Volvo. . .

So what have you been up to? I can’t wait to hear what you have cooked up for us to do in Paris. . .


Sunday, November 18, 2012

I made the switch to vaping!

Dear Allie,

Big news! I’ve discovered a new vice! Well, it’s not really a vice. In fact, it’s way better than smoking… it’s called vaping. And of course, like everything that happens in my life, there’s a story around it.

Now we may not get hurricanes like you do in NYC (have you recovered from Superstorm Sandy yet?), but it’s getting really chilly here in Minnie. I put on my new Bellissimo shearling jacket and headed outside.

When I got back to the table, my new client Zuri reached into her Valentino clutch, pulled out an elegant black electronic cigarette and started “vaping.” Right there, in the restaurant! She saw my eyes light up. “You vant to try vaping?” she says in her adorable Swiss-German accent.

Vaping with a martini on the first night I tried an e-cigarette
She pulled out another e-cigarette. “Dahling, this vill change your life. No more you vill smell like smoky ash tray. Vaping is smart vay to relax.”

Allie, it’s so cool! It’s a rechargeable battery with a “cartomizer” that comes in different flavors. I vaped caramel – it was so luscious, I gladly passed on dessert. Thank goodness, because I need the calories about as much as I need another pair of Manolo Blahniks!

After dinner, Zuri and I “vaped it up” at the Dakota Jazz Club. Soul singer Bettye LaVette crooned away while we took long drags from our e-cigarettes. I don't usually give my vitals, but last night, I just couldn't resist. . . the music was hot and so were the men. The guys were fascinated we could “vape” right there in the bar. There was this one really delicious guy… well, you know. I don't just attract men, I devour them!

Next month, Zuri invited me to Paris. I’m so excited to go vaping in the city of lights! You’d love my new friend, she’s so elegant! Hey! How about joining us in Paris?

You always said I was a vamp. Now I’m a Vaping Vamp! Gotta run! My phone’s ringing. . .