A woman of many substances

If Barbara Taylor Bradford has her novel “A Woman of Substance,” then Toto Gonzalez has a little article on “A woman of many substances”…

Hers is the life coveted by so many people…

There was a memorable winter in New York when she and her friends were staying at the Pierre hotel.  They had agreed to meet at her suite before going down to dinner.  At 7:00 p.m., her friends entered her suite, which was not locked, and they could not find her.  It was ice-cold.  Finally, they noticed the curtains billowing because of the open windows.  She was behind the curtains, in a [ characteristic ] stupor, eyes closed, with arms outstretched forward, as if she were about to fly, ready to dive out…

“What are you doing???”  squealed her horrified friends.

“Can’t you see???  I’m SuperGirl, I’m about to fly…!!!”  she shot back, dazed.

Her friends dragged her down to dinner.  Predictably, all she wanted to have was champagne and caviar, caviar and champagne.  At least, it was “Cristal Roederer” champagne and “Petrossian” beluga caviar.

Another time, the girls were shopping at Tiffany & Co..  Nobody knew what substance she was on as she repeatedly fitted every single ring, earring, necklace, bracelet, and pin that she fancied throughout the afternoon, mumbling mumbo jumbo.  But because the staff recognized Miss *******, they were unfailingly attentive.  They knew that she always bought something considerable and that her multimillionaire father always settled the bills.

One afternoon, they were at Bergdorf Goodman.  After endless fittings and discussions on why this or that did not fit this or that friend, she became so bored that she went into a fitting room, ingested some pills, and promptly passed out.  Her friends were so embarrassed as they carried her out of the store, pretending to talk with her as if she was conscious…

There was one time when, just for kicks, the girls decided to go to a place, also in New York, that was known for great casual sex.  When the doorman peered from the peephole and asked them what they were looking for, they turned to her, the gutsiest in the group, for the answer.  She puffed on her cigarette, smiled slyly, and oh-so-casually and stylishly answered in her breathless voice:  “We’re looking for our mothers…!!!”  Of course the girls didn’t proceed inside where the action was, they just turned back and had a good laugh!!!

Another time, they were in Stockholm in the course of a tour of Northern Europe.  One night, they told their boring parents, who all decided to sleep immediately after dinner, that they would go out “to see a show.”  They did go out to see a show, an expensive sex show at that.  The audience was limited to twenty four people.  The convent-educated girls were absolutely thrilled not because of the show but because of the uberrich jet set crowd who were also watching the show along with them.  There was a Saudi Arabian prince, a Hong Kong property developer, an American publisher, a Russian oil magnate, a handsome Argentinian polo player, a blonde and beautiful American socialite, a haughty French princess, a rich Asian lesbian, among others.  Her exotic looks and cosmopolitan style caught the fancy of the handsome Argentinian polo player and she told him in mixed up Spanish and Italian:  “We should do a show of our own… don’t you think???”  But even before she could be dragged home by her friends, she passed out from the combination of liquor and her usual pills.

At least she did all the stylishly wrong things in all the right places and with all the right people…  *lolsz!*



  1. February 4, 2007 at 10:01 am


    Thank you for enjoying my silly blog!!!

    That is sooooo funny: “tu eres un chismoso de la calidad mundial…” *lolsz!*

    Toto Gonzalez

  2. guaguanco said,

    February 3, 2007 at 9:11 am

    hey TG

    just stumbled onto your blog site here…and it has been the juiciest half-hour of my web browsing times ever! i shall proceed to be entertained and enlightened in the days to come…this is what i’ve been looking for…tu eres un chismoso de la calidad mundial..c’est tres delicieux!


  3. January 22, 2007 at 5:48 pm


    Thank you, thank you so much!!!

    OhmyGod, please do not compare me with the great Frankie. He is a Filipino literary legend, the recipient of so many awards and accolades.

    I am only a merry raconteur recounting episodes of my droll life. *lolsz!*

    Toto Gonzalez

  4. violet said,

    January 20, 2007 at 2:34 pm

    And strangers do make the best audience (Lilia Pablo Amansec) but sometimes, it seems the world is much too small… 🙂 I can attest to that. I myself have many stories to tell, and my best stories are the ones based on Truth.

    I remember back in La Salle we had to read a book (which I think was part of a series of books) entitled ‘My Brother, My Executioner’ by F. Sionil Jose. Parts of the story are reminiscent of your tales (although…of course, no offense to F.S. Jose, but I–personally at least, feel that you are a more ‘effective’ writer.

    I wish more local literature were written the way you write them… 🙂

  5. January 19, 2007 at 12:34 pm


    Thank you so much!!!

    Isn’t truth more interesting than fiction???

    I apologize for the times when I seem to just ramble along… *lolsz!*

    Toto Gonzalez

  6. violet said,

    January 19, 2007 at 8:08 am

    You really ought to write a book! 🙂 You could pass off the stories as ‘fiction’ 😀 It is an understatement that you have a way with words. I absolutely enjoy your ‘Pronouns’ as well 🙂

  7. violet said,

    January 18, 2007 at 12:46 pm

    would love to read more about ‘the’ woman of many substances :}

  8. January 16, 2007 at 11:56 pm


    She was young.

    All of those girls’ families had their own pieds-a-terre in the city. But the girls liked to be on their own every now and then to do their foolishness.

    Toto Gonzalez

  9. myles g. said,

    January 16, 2007 at 6:09 pm

    Was she middle-aged when this happened; or pre-35?

    And I take it because she was staying at the Pierre, that eliminates those with their own NYC condos/residences in the 80s (BAF, MOR, LI, BOR)?


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