Tuesday, May 20, 2008
take a ride on the peace train
If censuses were taken daily they would have found that on Sunday the gay population of a certain conservative neighborhood in Brooklyn - roughly speaking - quintupled (albeit to a staggering 20). No, it wasn’t because of a gay rally or Madonna concert; It wasn’t because there was some nude male art opening in the fashionable DUMBO or Brooklyn Heights neighborhoods. No. It was, in fact, way the hell out in machismo land by the Verrazano Bridge; it was in Bay Ridge; it was in my apartment. Oh yea! It was because yours truly through a killer party.
After weeks of agonizing over deciding the food to order, food to make, the types of booze to provide, the music (a la Bobby) and, most importantly, who to invite, there was a buzz about this party for some unknown reason. I was astounded. In some ways worlds collided. Straight friends, gay friends, work people, and even the family of guests came in from Jersey to Chelsea, to the Upper East Side and all the way from Westchester to attend. It could have been a disaster. But, thank GOD, everyone had a ball.
Those there for the group shot were, counterclockwise from the left, Matt (not me), Sonya, Bobby, Mary, Frank, Jerry, Rob, John, Nicole, Anthony, Frank (another), Chris, Michael, Chris (another), Joe, Linda, and Robert. Taking the photo is me. Sinfully late were Robert (yes, another ROBERT), and Max, the estranged ex.
It was my largest party. But perhaps my parties are like goldfish. . . the larger the bowl, the bigger they become. And with rents in Bay Ridge my fish bowl got a lot bigger.
After weeks of agonizing over deciding the food to order, food to make, the types of booze to provide, the music (a la Bobby) and, most importantly, who to invite, there was a buzz about this party for some unknown reason. I was astounded. In some ways worlds collided. Straight friends, gay friends, work people, and even the family of guests came in from Jersey to Chelsea, to the Upper East Side and all the way from Westchester to attend. It could have been a disaster. But, thank GOD, everyone had a ball.
Those there for the group shot were, counterclockwise from the left, Matt (not me), Sonya, Bobby, Mary, Frank, Jerry, Rob, John, Nicole, Anthony, Frank (another), Chris, Michael, Chris (another), Joe, Linda, and Robert. Taking the photo is me. Sinfully late were Robert (yes, another ROBERT), and Max, the estranged ex.
It was my largest party. But perhaps my parties are like goldfish. . . the larger the bowl, the bigger they become. And with rents in Bay Ridge my fish bowl got a lot bigger.
# posted by otas : 5:05 PM
