Last Saturday (the 9th) was my bon voyage fête, and as you can see by the photos at right it was neither serious nor sober, unless you count seriouly unsober as serious. Anyway, the festivities took place at the Gramercy (many, many thanks to Brad, Colin and Sandy for making it happen). If you haven’t been yet, I recommend it highly – this despite the fact that it’s in the old Lounge Ax space, for which reason I was initially sworn to hate it. It’s beautiful and comfy and the food is great.
One thing about the Gramercy is that, despite the very danceable grooves, nobody moves. They stand around and stare at each other while trying to look cooler than whoever they’re standing next to. Except for me and Eric. We reckon if there’s space and music, why not get a groove on? The wedding party who were hovering like vultures, coveting our table, were not impressed.
The highlight of the evening (aside from me dancing in 4″ spike heels) was the going away flower from Jeannine and Dave – a 3′ tall orange silk rose. No, I’m not taking it with me. No, it was not a particularly practical gift. But it was goofy and it was fun, and my backpack is too full of useful stuff to fit anything else.
Anyway, to all those who couldn’t make it for reasons of illness or prior engagements, you were missed. To those who said they’d be there and didn’t show, well, I never liked you anyway. To those who were in attendance, thank you, I’ll miss you. I love you.
