Yesterday: an interesting day of fascinating contrasts. At 5pm I had the first of what I am sure will be many conversations with the mean (read aggressive) litigator.
Regardless of what I now feel about The Penguin I don’t really want to see this strange litigator man unzip his Penguin belly and scrape out the rancid innards. But, I suppose, that’s what has to happen if we are going to get me some settlement. Evisceration.
I woke up feeling like Dr Jekyll and went to bed as Mr. Hyde. Or vice versa. One wonders, when one wakes up, who will be driving the bus. Will I be in a good or bad mood? Will I feel vindictive or conciliatory?
Earlier in the day I had a brief conversation with CP who thought I was grumpy and urged me to go to a meeting. I went to the 12.30 University Place AA meeting and felt markedly better. Good call CP!
Derek Lloyd Saathoff and I met with ‘A List’ Executive Producer at Elmo. Charming man. He drank lychee with vodka which was a somethingtini? Can’t remember the name. I drank 5 double espresso. It was the first time I had publicly stated or engaged publicly with D. I will, unless told otherwise, start writing about this oddly satisfying, burgeoning ‘fake’ relationship.
By the time we got to the Joyce Theatre to see the premiere of Underland we were all over each other. Well, he was all over me. He is a really good kisser. Though, I must admit…public kissing is not really my thang. In this rarefied NYC milieu we seemed to know just about everyone. Kim Light, Hamish Bowles, Cyndi Stivers…and others.
Stephen Petronio’s Underland is a vividly surging work, inspired by the dark, bittersweet songs of Australian balladeer Nick Cave. Dancers hurl through space with razor-sharp precision, fiercely energized one moment, sensually lyrical the next.
After party at Hotel Griffou organized by old friend Mandie Erickson. “Everything I touch turns to gold!” She poked me in the chest. Delicious dancers from the show and glamorous men with names like Tito and Phillipe.
Derek drank two cocktails and became immediately drunk. I pushed him into a cab and went back to the party. What a mess.
The food at the Griffou was excellent though the roasted cauliflower made the dining area at the back smell like farts.
Stephen Petronio on good form. I told him that the show obviously reminded one of Michael Clark’s work from the 90′s and he told me that they dated for 4 years. I didn’t know that!
I refered to Stephen’s BF but was corrected…”My husband…”
Hamish and I discussed the Balenciaga show in San Francisco. He seems really happy with it. More space and access to better gowns. I will make the effort to see it and take my poet friend Randall Mann.
A sparkling night out. D home early to bed as has to work final day today.
Dropped in at Bowery Bar on way home.