Octavio and I went to the mansion of Jaclyn Smith to apply for jobs, me for the chef cook and Octavio as the Mayordomo. Of course I was not acknowledging her knowing me, because now I was the makeup artist, and I would have to explain everything and it was not the time nor the place.
Now working as an makeup artist I had two meet people in the business. I met the Clairol sub director, for whom I had a proposition about going to Mexico and trying to promote a new make up they just put out.
So we went to Puerto Vallarta where at that time I had some friends. The very next day we were invited to the X-Mrs. Lavender it was fantastic, we met some very important people for business and enjoyed ourselves very much..Next day we went to look at the boat that he rented and decided to go fishing for the day after tomorrow .
After relaxing by the beach and having some Margarita , we went to our hotel on the center of P.V where the Burtons always stayed, before they bought (or I should say he bought) the famous house. That was very romantic, across from the river that empties in the ocean- the house was facing the river and from the balcony they could see the local women washing their laundry on the rocks, that was their washing mashing beating the clothes over than,. But in the meantime they stayed here in front of the old beautiful Church with the crown on top and the dolphins statue across on the other side, on the Malecon where the breakers were splashing in the foundation of the cement wall.
We arrived at our room, he went two shave, and I went to the beauty salon to have a massage and bubble jacuzzi. The hairdresser did my hair, then I went up where he was already dressed very elegantly in a tropical white jacket. I put on a aqua color long gown, than we were to stop and pick up our host and his wife, then go to another opening of another artist at another Gallery and pick up our other friends who also were invited– and then finally go to diner.
We arrive in a vintage car, I don’t remember the make, as I never really gave any attention to anything like that, some old cars. Well, this restaurant was in a place near the old town overlooking the waters of the Pacific. It was the most exquisite restaurant, only known to the very rich, crystal chandeliers (real not fake), and mirrors for your individual table to see in, very discreet– you could not see really your neighbors except if your were invited to their table, but your could hear and see the water and white foam against the seawall
On our table there was a basket of arrangements on each of the 6 places not very large but fully open Gardenias, on the side of the table in an beautiful basket made look like real gold , with a red linen napkin wrapping an excellent vintage Dom Perignon. That I did not remember having before! As we sat down the waiter opened the champagne and after doing so, asked the host if it was okay, As he left, the host said, “Ladies, how would you like to smell the camellias or gardenias?” Then of course I realized why they were so white– they were full of cocaine, the whole center of the flower.
How could I forget this? It was the epitome of getting high, after that event the meal (which was something special) seemed of very little importance, because of this magnificent pure snow powder– if I breathed too hard it would blow away.!