Robby left this morning. I was really sad to see him go.
The indisputable zenith of my birthday party was Lady Rizo singing Lilac Wine. Seventy people in the room, you could hear a pin drop. Such a disparate group of people with a magical spell cast over them…as only Rizo can.
The day was perfect in every way. Dee emerged from her room at The Standard and we ate a delicious lunch with Toby and the super cute Joe. When he took his clothes off and dived into the pool everybody watched him in awe. A man not a boy. A man with a perfect body.
Joan met me mid afternoon and delivered my birthday gift. A BEAUTIFUL pair of sunglasses I had been hankering after for six months.
We all returned to Dee’s room at The Standard. I love this hotel. The finishes and detailing throughout the hotel are ravishing, the amazing view of The Statue of Liberty peeking over the horizon.
Spent the afternoon with Joe.
The weather has been stunning here. Walking the streets has been inspiring.
Soho House did an amazing job of organizing my birthday party. The food was excellent; the staff were charming and helpful. The room perfectly appointed.
As well as Lady Rizo my friends Joey and Chase also known as the Black Soft and Rob Roth performed. Rizo stole the night. She sang a brilliant and very funny mash-up of Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend and Wannabee. With the writer of the Spice Girls classic in the room it was especially poignant.
This was the birthday party I should have had last year but traded for a miserable time with the crazed fan.
We ended up on the roof by the pool with yet another blue balling straight boy called Sean. Soft skin, perfect body. As we were sitting there I saw Dominique Lomas from Sydney! Of all people. She looked gorgeous. Here in NYC writing a novel. If only I had known!
So, we all sat there in the balmy night looking down at the Hudson. Dreaming of Sean’s face in my lap.
Sean headed off with Dominique. We were invited to young FJ’s house. We walked the few blocks to his huge Soho loft, stuffed with amazing art belonging to the boy’s step-father..a renowned art historian and personal hero of mine.
Tom, Robby, me and the boys.
We had the beautiful boys to take their tops off and then we took pictures of them. It was honest (sordid) fun. Note the Lucian Freud beside them.
I was surrounded by love last night. Surrounded by people who loved me. Serenaded me. Friends old and new. People had traveled a very long way to see me and I felt finally rewarded for these past months of painful growing.
I am determined that these final months in America will mean something to me. Determined that they will be happy, joyous and free. The glimpse of the Statue of Liberty reminded me why I came here, have made it my home but also why I must ultimately move on.