Hustling for a smoke I then proceeded outside when after due course I noticed the metallic white glare of a 40 (60?) disco thumping parked limo. Intrigued, I made my way up to the door and gently tapped on the window ever so curious to see who had had the audacity to be having their own party outside of my own party.
Sticking his blonde coiffed brillo head out the window was the scoundrel and mogul producer Izzy Gold. Holding a bottle of vodka he motioned for me to shut up and join him inside. To which without completely understanding why- I immediately complied to.
Sitting there with Izzy suddenly felt like finding a lost soul, a kindred fellow to explain oneself to, to annunciate on the nuances of the human condition, the tenets of ‘duality,’ and on the suppleness good drink can always affect if served in appropriate proportions (large in other words…)
Without meaning to we suddenly had half (I kid you not) the Gates in the back of the white limo, vodka and silly behavior in abundant display. Of course by the time Miss Eisenberg joined us the party had now reached a feverous debauched angle.
We must have all sat there, missing the Gates, but actually enjoying it ever more from inside Izzy’s disco thumping limo. We sat there until I suddenly wondered whether it would be crude to leave my own party unannounced. To which I tapped Izzy on the shoulder and asked if his driver could take us to the next party (Jane st Hotel my dears is the spot).
With Izzy by my side and laughing as equally as hard as me we took off into the evening fully aware that scoundrels like us are in fact never a dime a dozen…
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My love to Izzy and Scallywag! I got to spend a few minutes at the “Limo party” with you gentlemen. Both of you were hilarious as well as gracious hosts. Hope to see you out again soon. “Redtail” 😉 lol