It was all sooooo effortless and yet so splendid…
For once, I arrived in time for the 7:30 p.m. invitation. The 3 streets which the manorial house straddled were already filling up with all the latest, top-of-the-line cars and SUVs. Just by the vehicles alone, one already knew exactly which crowd was attending the party: the major Chinoy and Pinoy players of big business.
The extensive buffet dinner was catered by the Makati Shangri-La hotel, and it featured all the best selections from its 4 restaurants. All kinds of wines and other liquor flowed freely from the very open bar. French champagne, Scottish single malt, Johnny Walker Double Black, vintage Bordeaux and Burgundy, Louis XIII [ Treize ] de Remy Martin cognac, it was “bottoms up” “drink all you can” because the sky was really the limit. Because it was drizzling, meaning that the ladies’ expensive Blahnik, Choo, and Louboutin heels would sink in the extensive lawn’s grass and their Hermes bags would get wet, the lady of the house spontaneously decided to hold it inside the house. No problem, as the elegant house of embassy proportions, completely airconditioned, could easily accommodate the 200 guests in round tables of 10 between its living room and garden room, with more than enough space for everyone to glide through like a skating rink.
There were lovely, lovely flowers by Manila’s top florist placed discreetly on various tables and pedestals around the house.
After dinner, it was quite a treat to see many of Manila’s richest Chinoys [ Chinese-Filipinos ] and Pinoys belting out their favorite ballads and dance songs accompanied by a very talented band. Interestingly enough, many of them actually had good voices. The joking, the teasing, the banter, the mock verbal abuse among Manila’s inebriated business titans were very amusing.
The immaculate guest bathrooms were efficiently attended by alert and assiduous household staff who totally cleaned up after each guest. There were various Hermes and Chanel cosmetics on Christofle silver trays and lovely, lovely flowers amidst the Carrara marble and the uberefficient German fixtures. Hidden perfume burners emitted the most marvelous scents.
The party finally ended at 5:00 a.m..
There are many superrich people in Manila, but they might as well wear shirts stamped with “SCRIMP SCRIMP SCRIMP” by the modest [ albeit admirable and conscientious ] way they live. But for the superrich to live like the superrich, that’s style…
All I can say is that it’s really, really, really nice to be really, really, really rich and to have everything really, really, really new. 🙂 🙂 🙂