Look At Me: I'm Posh!

Good news! The paperback version of Sex, Murder And A Double Latte is off to a flying start which is great for two reasons: 1) Any book sales are good book sales. 2) It bodes well for the impending reception of Passion, Betrayal And Killer Highlights. People who love Sophie will hopefully rush out and buy the book featuring her next adventure.

In other news: it is now official, I’m going to the Hamptons. First stop: Cuervo party. I’m not entirely sure what I’m supposed to do at the Cuervo party but I like Cuervo so it’s all good. The second night I’ll be attending a party that will be thrown for me at the hip and prestigious Star Room. Initially I was a little weirded out by the idea of having a party thrown for me in the Hamptons. When I tell my friends who are from Back East that I’ll be touring there they usually nod and agree that it’s a good venue. When I tell my friends who live on this coast that I’m going to the Hamptons they immediately break into a fit of giggles. “The Hamptons?” My friend Anne asked. “Does that place actually exist?” Thing is, I’m from the West Coast and, like my other West Coast friends, my opinions of the Hamptons are entirely based on what I’ve seen on E television. When I hear "Hamptons" visions of Town And Country pop into my head. I visualize a place filled with women who are as polished as their perfectly manicured fingernails and men who do not drive but are driven (in every sense of the word). In other words what I see in my minds eye is old money.

I checked out the Star Room’s website and noted that Eminem will be having an after-party there in July, information that basically just served to solidify my belief that this place is exclusively for the ridiculously wealthy, aka: not me. I called my friend Deb and relayed all this. She listened, paused and then asked, “What is Eminem doing having a party in the Hamptons? It’s not exactly Detroit.”

At which point I thought, “Hey, what is Eminem doing having a party in the Hamptons?”

I mean I’m more “old money” than he is. Anna Nicole Smith is more old money than he is! And it’s not like I’m running around the country singing about trailer park girls goin’ round the outside. So to the Hamptons I will go. If at any point I feel out of place I’ll simply think about Eminem rapping about his bitches and I’ll immediately be able to relax. Thanks Eminem!


Kyra Davis
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