As far as I'm concerned, the fabulous Catherine "C-Big" Bigelow should just have her own TV show so she can keep us all in the loop of who's date-raping who.
Anyway, my most favorite party hopper of late is real estate mogul Joel Goodrich. Seriously, just admire the glory that is Joel.
I've only met him twice, once with my beloved Barbara and Richard who are actually friends with this magical who's who of unicorns and once at a Nob Hill Gazette soiree where he did that thing that said to me, "Oh, hi! I have no idea who you are but isn't everything marvelous!?!?"
Yes, Joel! Yes it is!
Joel makes entrances! Joel barely buttons his tops! Joel probably calls them tops! That, folks, is how you keep the old school, society page dream alive. I'm sick of this loud overcoat atop denim with kitten heels bullshit. Throw on a fur and wash your hair in Evian, goddamnit.
So in honor of Joel, whom seriously, I want to get my nails done with, here's my list of Favorite San Francisco Socialites who you should pay attention to, if only because they care enough to own it:
Shannon Bavaro: Shannon wore a fabulous backless gold dress to fucking cocktails at Le Club when I showed up in Old Navy. I just want to applaud everytime I see her.
Sonya Somethingcomplicated: She's dating Willie, totally uses the phrase I coined about her and she makes me miss the Cold War.
Joy Bianchi: I tired to leave the geriatrics out but I love this nut. I saw her driving down Lombard in a Mercedes from the beginning of time and I almost crashed into her just so I could tell Brock.
And Joel. Duh...