Merv Griffin died today in Palm Springs. I’m just torn up about it! I would give about anything to go back to 1978 and attend one of his fabulous Palm Springs dinner parties that im sure he threw.
The guest list would include Joan Collins, Dinah Shore, John Davidson, Dianne Carol, Connie Francis, Rip Taylor, Bob Hope, Joan Rivers, Lucy Ball, Paul Lynde and of course Sonny and Cher.
We would start the evening with cocktails by the pool, Kir Royales and Gimlets possibly. On the menu, Steak Dianne served with a twice baked potato; Seasonal salad topped with Green Goddess dressing and Cherries Jubilee for dessert.
After dinner, everyone would gather around the white grand piano in the sunken living room with Brandy Alexander’s and listen to Merv bang out some old standards before we all climbed into our white Cadillac stretch limousines and headed home. Our gift bags would include an advanced copy of Airport 1977 (the Concorde edition), 2 tickets to the Merv Griffin Show and a stainless fondue set for 2.
I would write a thank you note and send it by way of merv ‘executive assistant’ Rico. Of course we would all know who Rico really was, but we would obviously dance around the truth to remain in Merv’s good graces.
I know Merv is in heaven sitting on a pink cloud looking down at all that he created here on earth not once thinking to himself…”what was I wearing?”. I’d imagine his over-the-top mansion in the sky sits next to Liberace’s and competes in gaudiness. That wouldn’t stop me from stopping by and saying hello, hoping he answers the door in a paisley smoking jacket and sporting an ascot. I wouldn’t expect anything less.
The guest list would include Joan Collins, Dinah Shore, John Davidson, Dianne Carol, Connie Francis, Rip Taylor, Bob Hope, Joan Rivers, Lucy Ball, Paul Lynde and of course Sonny and Cher.
We would start the evening with cocktails by the pool, Kir Royales and Gimlets possibly. On the menu, Steak Dianne served with a twice baked potato; Seasonal salad topped with Green Goddess dressing and Cherries Jubilee for dessert.
After dinner, everyone would gather around the white grand piano in the sunken living room with Brandy Alexander’s and listen to Merv bang out some old standards before we all climbed into our white Cadillac stretch limousines and headed home. Our gift bags would include an advanced copy of Airport 1977 (the Concorde edition), 2 tickets to the Merv Griffin Show and a stainless fondue set for 2.
I would write a thank you note and send it by way of merv ‘executive assistant’ Rico. Of course we would all know who Rico really was, but we would obviously dance around the truth to remain in Merv’s good graces.
I know Merv is in heaven sitting on a pink cloud looking down at all that he created here on earth not once thinking to himself…”what was I wearing?”. I’d imagine his over-the-top mansion in the sky sits next to Liberace’s and competes in gaudiness. That wouldn’t stop me from stopping by and saying hello, hoping he answers the door in a paisley smoking jacket and sporting an ascot. I wouldn’t expect anything less.
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