There’s an expression somewhere in the book that goes ‘what darling wants, darling gets.’ This kind of sums up what happened this past Friday night at Izzy Gold’s Pajama Party sponsored by Ed Hardy Vodka. The only part of course is you have to swap the part for darling for Izzy Gold instead. For anyone there, and there were a lot of you there this was a wonderfully good party where the order of the day was to act goofy, dance, drink, be merry and at some point sit on Izzy’s lap…
In tribute to the ongoing adulation Izzy has been receiving in the community along with the surrounding buzz about his latest venture to Central Asian state Azerbaijan’s producer entrant in their attempts to claim 2009 Eurovision (as reported he will be leaving next week to seek cultural ties early next week) Izzy decided to show his gratitude to fans and admirers alike, by having an assortment of friends and scantily dressed boys and girls drop by his Morton st studios.
By the time I arrived I had expected to see an assortment of scantily clad boys and girls running amok in their pajamas and lingerie set. After all I had braved the city to come in my pajamas, surely had everyone else? A little disappointed that not enough of us had conceded to pure fun and ok even some degree of stupidity I was nevertheless rather amused by the joie de vivre of the over abundant attendees. On second thoughts had everyone come dressed in their pajamas it could have gotten a little out of hand. Not that that stopped Izzy anyway…
Greeted by the effervescent Allsion Petit (coincidentally Izzy’s fiancé- sorry girls…) in a wonderful form fitting red vixen lingerie and biker boots (there’s imagination!!) I was quickly hauled past the throngs of vodka swilling flirting boys and girls into Izzy’s makeshift boudoir where the sire himself was busy handling the requests of his own Playboy bunnies (kind of like Hugh Hefner but 40 years younger ) and that of shuffling photographers. It was obvious no matter how Izzy acted that it was all ‘just for the cameras,’ it was really all for him. He wasn’t fooling anyone, not even Allison. At some point I noticed that long legs were coming out of Izzy’s jeans (his permanent day and pajama dress) which elicited a long unforced laugh and the chagrin of one of the photographers who was busy trying to get the perfect shot of the collective harem.
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