cocktails at five
November 26, 2006
Oh, we have the best friends, who invite us for cocktails at five. Having had all these old movies on in the background while I’ve been working this weekend, I simply had to wear heels. And pearls, too.
Jack Kerouac and his groupies were there, of course, and I being one of his groupies, was in proper attendance. But the hostess, Lisa, oh, she has such wonderful art and people in her house - it’s like she belongs in a Gladwell book.
But there is the skinny - Jack is off to NoCal with the new girl, and we will be sad to see him go. Happy for his own fortunes, but sad for our own. I know he’ll write, unlike those other writers, because that’s what he does. Perhaps another 21 details is in order, but not tonight.
