01 January 2006

Salon

One of the great things about the holiday season is the rounds of parties that one is inevitably invited to... if, that is, one has friends like Topher.

I was slow to get myself going this afternoon, but he invited me to stop by his apartment for a drink and then join him at an open house some friends of his were having.

I was delighted to find that dear ol Bill Demerritt was at Topher's apartment when I go there, with his girlfriend Brook and his mom Sue in tow. I hadn't seen Bill since he'd done The Dancer Wore Sneakers. And I don't really think I've talked to him much since we did Tartuffe together back in 2003.

So, after we hung out with Bill and clan for a while, we made or way uptown to Topher's friend's open house.

It turns out that his friends were none other than Patricia Bosworth (noted biographer of Montgomery Clift and Diane Arbus, and a contributing editor at Vanity Fair) and her husband Tom Palumbo (noted photographer, actor, and director).

The joint was chock full of fascinating, amazing people. I mean, I chatted briefly with Elia Kazan's widow, for chrissakes. Delightful lady.

If ever you need an explanation why so many of us put of the with the crazy-making maelstrom that is New York, it's evenings like these.

Too bad they don't happen every day!

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