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Worked at the office until 7:00.  Went home to change for Kitty Miller’s party.  Walked over to 550 Park.  Fred was there. Elsie Woodward, my Kitty-date for last New Year’s, had called and cancelled because she said she was dizzy and that she can’t fight it - “I’m old.”

Princess Minnie de Beauvau was there with her father and stepmother and her sister Diane. She introduced me to her grandfather Antenor Patino who I then realized I’d just met at C.Z. Guest’s.  He’s little.  He looks like one of Paloma Picasso’s little boyfriends.  He’s the tin king of Bolivia.

I overheard Kitty describing me to somebody and I guess somebody must have talked to her about me because what she was saying was sounding like somebody had told it to her - “He’s one of the furthest off-Broadway, and a far head of his time,” and things like that.  Maybe it was Billy Baldwin or somebody like that she got that stuff from.

I missed Kitty’s regular butler, the one that had the fight with Diana Vreeland’s maid. He was fired for being too familiar, but I really liked him - he’s the one who told me to watch those A.E. Coppard stories on channel 13.

And after dinner, I sat underneath Goya’s “Red Boy.” Kitty has this most famous painting right there in her house, it’s unbelievable.

Kitt’ys parties used to be the biggest thing in New York with every Hollywood star there and now it was down to just her friends.  Aileen Mehle - “Suzy” - didn’t even RSVP this year.

Hoveyda brought the Iranian ambassador to England to the office, they came to see the portrait I did of the empress, and they liked it, so it’s going to be shipped out.

Vincent drove out for the hearings on the Montauk property, wetlands commission.

Got the invitation to President Carter’s inaugural. It was addressed to “Mr. and Mrs. Andy Warhol.” LOL. Don’t you love it?

It started to snow a little. Said thanks and left to go home to get ready for the Jaggers’. Got to East 66th and glued. Went up to East 72nd. We were one of the first to arrive. Nick Scott was at the door, working. This was a job he’d come up with to earn to money - being the Jaggers’ houseboy. Only he was supposed to get there at 8:00 in the morning to help and he didn’t arrive until 6:00 at night. I gave Jade the grey kitten from Rusty Holzer. She looked at it and said, “‘Lydia?’…No. Harriet.” I felt sorry for the cat, though, because I think it’s going to have a horrible home. I don’t know.

Mick sat down next to Bob Colacello and put his arm around him and offered him a pick-me-up, and Bob said, “Why yes, I am rather tired,” and just as he was about to get it, Yoko and John Lennon walked in and Mick was so excited to see them that he ran over with the spoon that he was about to put under Bob’s nose and put it under John Lennon’s.

Halston and Loulou de la Falaise put a lot of the pick-me-up in a covered dish on the coffee table and when someone they liked would sit down they’d tell them, “Lift it up and get a surprise.” Paloma Picasso was there. Jay Johnson brought Delia Doherty. The dinner was terrific. Mick and Bianca forgot to bring out the dessert, though.

Went out to Westbury to C.Z. Guest’s for lunch. It was a magazine Christmas - the decorations and the food and the house were just like a spread in McCall’s or House and Garden, like what a house should look like on Christmas. But you’d think with all C.Z.’s involvement with flowers and gardening that she’d have real stuff, but when you looked close the wreaths and things were half plastic. C.Z. gave everyone her bug repellant for gifts.

Ninety-year-old Kitty Miller was there, she’s still putting blue shoe polish in her hair. The pies were great - apple, mince, and plum. The turkey had already been cut up like a magazine would tell you to before it got to the table, so it was like a Turkey Puzzle. Kitty was drunk and when the Spanish ambassador said a few words she screamed, “I can’t speak Spanish.”

Went with Jed to Fred’s Christmas dinner at 1342 Lexington. Jed’s brother Jay and his sister Susan picked us up. Fred had invited Carroll Baker and she was there with her daughter, Blanche, who’s gotten to be a beauty in the last few months, she slimmed down. Anselmino, one of our Italian art dealers, was there and Chris Makos the cute photographer we met from Dotson Rader and Robert Hayes the assistant editor at Interview and it was an office Christmas Eve.

Mick Jagger was there and he was in a good mood, he asked me what I thought of A Star Is Born and I told him and he said that he was so happy he’d turned it down, that he didn’t want to play a has-been rock singer, ever for the million they offered him. Mick was asking for coke and finally got some from Anselmino. Fred’s housekeeper Hazel made turkey and ham and brussels sprouts. Paloma Picasso and her entourage were there.

Then we went downtown to Fernando Sanchez’s and Halston was there and Kenny Jay Lane and Andre Leon Talley and that new really rich English kid in town who “has no money” - one of those - Nick Scott, offering to sell his body to the highest bidder. Kenny Lane offered $35. Maxime de la Falaise upped it to $36.

Went over to the party at Tavern on the Green.

Streisand was wearing a black tuxedo. Elsa Peretti was there and she was saying how wonderful it was to be with me and not be on anything, that she didn’t take anything anymore. I admired a light bulb she had in her purse, a tiny one that lit up when you put a penny next to it, and she gave it to me, and then Victor liked it so I gave it to him and then Elsa saw that and took it away from Victor and shook her finger at me and put it back in her purse.

Andrea was just sitting there waiting for Kristofferson to notice her, but he was busy.

Maxime de la Falaise arrived late, to pick up a Mao painting. Mike the super came in off the freight elevator with his wife and son but maybe the son is a stepson, I’m not sure. He’s cute. John Powers came by and wanted me to sign two Flower posters that he had, they weren’t authentic but I was going to just sign but Fred wouldn’t let me and so we gave John two authorized ones from the back. Ronnie and Gigi were there, everyone was really diving into the caviar and champagne. Marc Balet the Interview art director and Fran Lebowitz were there.

Andrea Portago had called that afternoon and said that if we could get her a ticket to the premiere of A Star Is Born she would get the limo, so we did and she did. I couldn’t figure out why she wanted to go so much until we got to the movie and she rushed up to Kris Kristofferson and said, “Oh darling, it’s so good to see you again.” Sue Mengers had tried to fill up the whole place. They’d said it was going to be very hard to get in, but then there were so many empty seats. Sue said everyone had to say they loved it or Barbra would be upset. I didn’t like it. The old Judy Garland one gave you goosebumps but this one was just a nothing rock and roll story. But Jed loved it. 

A car came to take me to be photographed for a Merce Cunningham thing to help it get publicity. Up to 660 Park Avenue. Newsweek and other photographers were there. When I got there they said they’d take me home in the car, but then when I was leaving I realized they’d used me up and sent the car away, so I just walked home.

In the afternoon Jane Holzer stopped by my house to drop off the grey kitten who’s going to be a Christmas present from her son Rusty to Jade Jagger. I’m supposed to keep it until Christmas, it’s really cute.

Changed, and Jed drove us out to Peter and Sandy Brant’s house in Greenwich. Philip Johnson and David Whitney were there, they’re leaving tomorrow for San Simeon to see some Hearst and to look at architecture in California. Dinner was Chinese, not that great. Bunty Armstrong started using her society teeth. I gave Sandy a 1904 desk set for Christmas. Jed gave her a Fulper pot and she gave him one back. Actually it was a Van Briggle, and the one she gave Jed was better. Joe Allen didn’t bring his girlfriend Jenny, because he’s still in love with his ex-wife Barbara. Barbara had dislocated her back - “sleeping,” she said, and we were trying to figure out with who. A horse fell on top of Peter and so he was walking around with a cane. Peter just bought ninety acres in back of his house, he’s going to make a racetrack and polo grounds.

Catherine called Dustin Hoffman who said that the screening was at 5:45 at 666 Fifth. Dustin had filmed his wife Anne doing a Balanchine dance, his kids were in it, and I think he got a very good guy to cut it because it looks very professional. When it was over, Dustin invited us back to his house on East 61st Street. It’s back to back with Phyllis Cerf’s house. Dustin was nervous, really nervous about his house, and he was taking me around and showing me every little thing. His taste was oak, but not good oak, so it was funny.

Met Victor, went over to Halston’s store, it was really un-busy, but then everything is so expensive that if they just sell one little hanky they can have dinner. While I was there, Jackie O. came in and was whisked up to the third floor. Victor told me that she doesn’t buy much, just a few little things.

Went around Fifth Avenue looking for ideas for art projects. Went to 860 for lunch with Todd Brassner and Rainer Crone, but I couldn’t spend too much time with them. I was painting in the back. Todd was asking Rainer questions about some paintings of mine he was interested in because Rainer wrote the Praeger art book on me and he knows who owned which canvases.

Jean was the first to leave lunch, and then we relived the faux pas that Lincoln had made in front of her; he forgot she was a sister and when they were talking politics he said that John Kennedy was “corrupt,” and she just said, “No, he wasn’t.”

After lunch we went down to Lincoln’s house on East 19th Street and he showed us his art, it was good paintings - Lincoln’s brother-in-law Paul Cadmus, George Tooker, and Jared French, all Realists who’d done paintings of muscle boys. He didn’t have anything of mine.

Walked over to Union Square. Worked the rest of the afternoon.

Jamie Wyeth had invited me to Les Pleiades for lunch. Cabbed to 76th and Madison. Jamie was there with Lincoln Kirstein and Jean Kennedy Smith. They asked me to turn off my tape recorder, natch. So Jamie is now the Carter court painter. He’d just been in Plains for a week. Isn’t that interesting? It seemed like Jean Kennedy Smith really has a crush on Jamie because she asked me to go to the coat room with her and when we got there she pulled out an American quilt and asked me if it was real, and I said yes, and then we went back and she gave it to Jamie. I reminded her that I saw her in Bloomingdale’s the other week when we both were in the shirt department, and she said, “Oh yes, those shirts were Christmas presents for my family.” So it was just regular old shirts for her family, but for Jamie it was an American quilt.

Went to work. Lou Reed called and that was the drama of the day. He’d come back from a successful tour, he was a big hit in L.A., but he said Rachel had gotten kicked in the balls and was bleeding from the mouth and he wanted the name of a doctor. Lou’s doctor had looked at Rachel and said that it was nothing, that it would stop, but Lou wanted another doctor to check. I said I’d get Bianca’s. But then Lou called back and said he got Keith Richard’s doctor to come over. I told him he should take her to the hospital. I was calling Rachel “she” because she’s always in drag but then Lou calls him “he.”

Went shopping for office gifts at Bonwit’s and Bendel’s, then went over to Quo Vadis for lunch to introduce Robin West and Delfina Rattazi to each other. I had thought Catherine liked him from the weekend at the Wyeth’s, but she said she didn’t mind, that she wanted to give him up to Delfina or something. And Delfina liked him, she was aggressive - it was the first time I ever heard her say, “My family is in the airplane manufacturing business,” because usually she pretends she’s so poor. Robin’s a flier. Saw Karen Lerner and Sisi Cahan having lunch and I figured out it probably was Karen Lerner who just sold her Flower prints, because David Bourbon just got some cheap at Parke Bernet.

Went home and Bianca called and said she was going to be packing at the Pierre and then taking her stuff over to her and Mick’s new place on 72nd. Went to the Pierre and she packed and packed and around midnight she was done and we went up and she turned off the alarm and we went in. It must be costing them a fortune, this little house. The people had just had it redone and it was all painted and with new furniture and I’d like to see it after the Jaggers have it for a year.

After we were there for a while Biance turned on the alarm and went out to the airport to get a plane for Montauk, she wanted to get back out there because it was so beautiful. 

Worked at 860 all afternoon, then Francois de Menil arrived to take me out to Norman Mailer’s in Brooklyn Heights. He used to live in a whole house but now he lives on just the top and rents the bottom out and he’s had the front part made all glass looking out over Manhattan and it’s beautiful.

Wall to wall, it was an intellectual party like from the sixties. Arthur Schlesinger, Mica and Ahmet, the girl who wrote the book on LBJ. Norman looks good now, white hair, looks Irish. His little mother was there. And Jean Kennedy Smith and her husband. Sandra Hochman told me I’m a chapter in her upcoming book, she talked to me about the women’s movement and junk like that. She said, “I have your picture on my mantel,” but I know she doesn’t.

Isabella Rossellini was at Norman’s, she’s working for Italian television, she’s doing a thing on boxers, that’s probably why she was there, because Jose Torres was there. She said she ran over to see me when she saw her mother, Ingrid Bergman, talking to me at the Pierre a couple of weeks ago but that I’d gone. She couldn’t find her coat when she was leaving Norman’s and just left without it. Norman was sweet and he and Francois must be really friends because they hugged and kissed and punched a lot. Francois drove us back in his grey Mercedes, he’s a good driver.

In the afternoon I got a letter from our editor, Steve Aronson, that said he’s leaving Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, and that he’d asked Mr. Jovanovich himself to take over on Popism.

Walter Stait from Philadelphia took me to La Grenouille for lunch, he told Maxime and Loulou de la Falaise to meet us there. On the other side of the room was the new skinny Truman Capote. He looks now almost like he did when I first knew him. Truman didn’t answer my hello but then halfway through lunch he put on his glasses and waved, and later he gave me his personal phone number. All of the chic girls were in YSL fur hats.

Victor Hugo picked me up and we went to U.N. Plaza for Mrs. Kaiser’s dinner for Halston. But then we realized we’d forgotten Bianca so we had to go back to pick her up at the Pierre. Victor gave her some coke but she didn’t want it.

The first person we saw at Mrs. Kaiser’s was Martha Graham, and C.Z. Guest was there. Paul Rudolph had done the apartment, and he was there. White on white. She has a bedroom as big as 860 with one bed in it, and a floor-to-ceiling glass window with a view, just what terrifies me, but it was beautiful. Marisol and Larry Rivers and Elsa Peretti and Jane Holzer and Bob Denison were there. Polly Bergen and I talked about the topic on her TV show that morning - androgyny.

I read the Ruth Kligman book Love Affair about her “love affair” with Jackson Pollock - and that’s in quotes. It’s so bad - how could you ever make a movie of it without making it a whole new story? Ruth told me she wants me to produce it and Jack Nicholson to star.

In the book she says something like, “I had to get away from Jackson and I ran as far as possible.” So do you know where she went? Sag Harbor! LOL. He lived in Springs. So that’s - what? Six miles? And she was making it like she went to the other side of the world. And then she said, “The phone rang - how oh how did he ever find me?” I’m sure she called hundreds of people to give them the number in case he asked them.

Sam Bronfman’s kidnappers were found innocent of the kidnapping charge today.

Brigid came to the Factory for the first time since she started her diet in August - she’s down to 190, was last seen as 260. She really looked good and everyone fussed over her, I took pictures. Barbara Allen found herself a new apartment on 77th off Fifth.

Went to La Grenouille. Isabel and Freddy Eberstadt and Mica Ertegun arrived and with them was Isabel and Freddy’s beautiful daughter, Nenna. I kept staring at her and saying how beautiful she was, and Isabel sort of kept us apart. I couldn’t figure out why they had asked me to this dinner because if I hadn’t asked to bring Bianca, there would have been just me. Mica was very sweet. She kept saying that Joe Allen was so attractive, that how could Barbara Allen leave him.

The Eberstadt daughter didn’t say anything during dinner but then she finally blurted out that she used to go to Union Square and stare up at the Factory, so that was thrilling to hear from this beautfiul girl. I told her she should come down and do interviews for Interview and she said, “Good! I need the money.” Isn’t that a great line? I mean, here Freddy’s father died and left him a whole stock brokerage company.

We said our good nights and thank-yous and I hope I remember to send flowers.

Met Bob Colacello and Fran Lebowitz, and we went down in the rain to the Biltmore Hotel to the Overseas Press Corps lunch. Bob had told them weeks ago when they invited me that I would come and just be present but that he would give the talk on Interview and they said fine. After Bob’s speech, though, they asked questions all directed at me - and I wasn’t prepared so I just said yes or no. But afterwards I regretted doing my same old shy act, when I should have used the situation for practice - I’d love to be able to talk more and give little speeches. I want to work on that.

They asked Fran only one question, why her column in Interview was called “I Cover the Waterfront,” and she said that it was because Tennessee Williams was on a talk show once and they asked him if he was a homo and he said, “Well, let’s put it this way: I cover the waterfront.” And Fran’s answer was a lead balloon, nobody laughed. In the cab downtown she said she’d rather have her appendix out than go to something like that again.

Bianca called and invited me to a screening of Silver Streak. Didn’t get home until 7:00 which was exactly when I was supposed to be at the Pierre to pick her up - she and Mick just rented a house on 72nd Street but it’s not ready to move into yet. Went over to the Loews Tower East. The movie was kind of funny. Bianca looked beautiful. Afterwards outside the theater when we couldn’t find the limo a black guy with a black scarf was pressing himself up against Bianca and he was crazy, he was saying, “You think you’re the only one with beautiful clothes in the world?”

Victor took me into the garage to show me his latest artwork - he’s making Mona Lisas wearing Halstons, and that’s really funny, so I encouraged him. Then we went to the Met in four limos. This was the biggest one of these things the museum has ever had. When Diana walked through we all kissed her. I talked to Mrs. Kaiser and got to know her. She’s about sixty but she looks forty, and she says she’s looking for a fuck. I told her it’s the wrong town, everyone’s gay, and she said she didn’t care - “they tumble well. I’ve had some good luck here.” She lives at U.N. Plaza. It turns out she’s a very good friend of Brigid’s mother, Honey Berlin. She said that when she was at their house old Dick Berlin was so senile he walked in and rushed over to the mirror and tried to shake hands with himself but she saw what he was doing and went over and was the hand for him to shake. I left right after dinner, Mrs. Kaiser dropped me.

Oh, and also at the dinner table Bianca took off her panties and passed them over to me and I faked smelling them and then tucked them in my handkerchief pocket. I still have them ;)

Freddy Eberstadt called and invited me to something at La Grenouille tomorrow night and I said that I had a date with Bianca Jagger and could I bring her and he said sure.

Left the office early to go home and dress for a formal evening. Dropped off Catherine. Walked over to Halston’s. Victor had said there was room for me at Halston’s table at the Metropolitan opening we were all going to, of Diana Vreeland’s show. When we got to Halston’s Mrs. Henry J. Kaiser - Aly - was there, she was in a blue-green Halston with emeralds, and she seemed very interested in me, and when Halston saw us getting along he suggested I take her upstairs to show her the portraits I did of him. After the trip upstairs, though, she dropped me, I guess she saw me in the light.

We were all waiting for Marisa and her new husband and Bianca and her date, Joe Eula. The acupuncture doctor they all use was there, Dr. Giller, so he’s on their party list now. Barbara Allen was there, the only one of the ladies not wearing a Halston. She had on a beautiful off-the-shoulder Christian Dior. It was from her shopping spree in Paris last month when Philip Niarchos was buying.

Marisa came and she had her hair piled up all on one side of her head like a beautiful old-time star. Bianca had her purple fox with her, the one she’s had around the past month. When Joe walked in he and Halston “shook hands” and when Halston felt what Joe put in his palm he said, “Oh, you’ve saved my life.”

Went down to the Players Club on Gramercy Park for a dinner for Kitty Carlisle Hart. It looked like a stag party except for Arlene Francis and Peggy Cass and Dena Kaye who came instead of her husband Danny, who had Concorde-lag, and Irene Selznick, who was the chairwoman of the evening, or whatever they call it. Peggy and Arlene are Kitty’s sidekicks from “To Tell the Truth.”

The dinner was to honor Kitty for being named the new head of the New York State Council on the Arts by Governor Carey.

My doctor, Doc Cox, was there and he took me upstairs for a tour of Edwin Booth’s bedroom and it was musty and dusty, same as in the old days.

Dinner was served and it was everything creamy I’m not supposed to eat because of my gallbladder, so the Doc was embarassed that he was seeing me eat it because it was putting a damper on a social occasion, so he told me, “I won’t look.” Met Alfred Drake who was on Broadway, that big handsome star of Carousel.

Everyone made speeches and then Kitty got up and she was the best. She was wearing black and pearls, looked very chic. She says she still wants to work a lot and I rememeber that Diana Vreeland once told me that Kitty had to “work like a nigger” because she doesn’t have that much money. The Doc dropped me off.

They’re screening Bad in California this week to try to get a distributor for it. Sue Mengers is helping us out. None of the distributors want to put up advance money.

Sent Ronnie to buy brooms. Dropped off Catherine Guinness and went home to change, then picked her up and cabbed down to 18 West 38th Street to the opening of a new club that Helen Bransford had invited us to, it’s sort of trying to be a new Reno Sweeney’s. Helen goes around with John Radziwill now. Fred thinks she’s great and that we should be nice to her. Tim Hardin was singing there.

Maxime de la Falaise was there with her new maybe-boyfriend, Craig Braun. I worked with him on the Rolling Stones album cover.

Barbara Allen was there and she’s moving into Fred’s house on 89th and Lexington for a while, because she rented her apartment on East 63rd Street to Catherine and then Catherine let her stay there but she and Catherine living in the same apartment got to be too much.

Went home and watched the news, it’s all the Gary Gilmore thing, every night they have him on saying he wants to die, he wants to die.

Went to dinner at the Iranian embassy. Not really the “embassy”, but you know what I mean - it’s where Mr. Hoveyda, their ambassador to the U.N., lives. China Machado was there and she said she’s known Ambassador Hoveyda for ten years or more from when he and her husband were in France hanging around the French filmmakers in the sixties. We talked about how horrible Avedon is, she said he gets what he wants out of a person and then drops them. I agreed and then everybody screamed at me that I do the same thing.

Pat Kennedy Lawford was there and a du Pont lady who lives next door to the embassy who said it was so nice not to have to go far for a meal and so she was late. She was wearing a black and gold dress with a jewel collar that she said always gets impounded at customs. The food was good, but the caviar only came around once.

Got into the Christmas spirit and started buying business gifts. Ran into Jean Kennedy Smith in Bloomingdale’s in the men’s shirt department. We had the same salesgirl. Cabbed to Union Square. Amos was down at the office and Ricky Clifton took pictures of him in costume as the pope.

Left to go down to the Ileana Sonnabend Gallery to the David Hockney opening. He wasn’t showing new stuff, just portfolios. Took Amos. Ran into Gerard Malanga. Gerard wrote to Fred asking why he wouldn’t let him do photography for Interview, I guess he just wants a press pass. Fred won’t have anything to do with Gerard because we’re still getting repercussions from all the fake Electric Chairs we think he did, they’re being resold and resold and each time the money involved gets bigger, so Fred isn’t about to give Gerard anything. The opening was jammed. Didn’t see David Hockney, he must’ve been in another room.

Daniela Morera, our Italian Interview correspondent, came by the office with Olivier Coquelin who invited me to Haiti for the Nima Farmanfarmian-Chris Isham wedding in January. He owns that resort there. He should be interviewed for Popism - he’s the one who owned Cheetah in the sixties, the big discotheque on Broadway and 53rd.

I don’t want to write too much this morning, I want to get over to Bloomingdale’s before it’s too crowded.

Nelson Lyon called from L.A. and told me about his Thanksgiving - Paul Morrissey had invited him to dinner at Chase Mellen’s house and then called back to disinvite him saying it was going to be “small and intimate” and that he’d made a mistake inviting anyone. As soon as Nelson hears that anything is “small and intimate” he gets paranoid he’s not invited and goes crazy to get there, so he put his mind to it and got there through someone else. It turned out to be thousands of people there so when he saw Paul he said, “Small, intimate world, isn’t it?”

Brigid Polk called and said she was down to 197. Ever since she saw herself in Bad weighing 300 pounds and went on a diet, she’s so boring to talk to - she never does anything, she never thinks anything, she just lies there in bed in her room at the George Washington Hotel and waits for the fat to roll off. I told her I’ll give her a job - that she could let some roll off around the Factory while she answers phones, but she won’t. It’s taken her thirty-nine years to lose weight and it’ll probably take her another thirty-nine years to get to work.

I was too tired to meet the Vreeland crowd for dinner. Watched twenty-five years of Lucille Ball on TV instead.

Victor Hugo, Halston’s “art adviser,” called me from San Francisco because I’d told him I loved the display window he did of turkey bones at Halston’s Madison Avenue store, and now someone broke in and took the turkey bones, so he thought it was me.

Catherine called New York, to Jodie Foster’s place, to confirm the interview she and I were supposed to do that afternoon, and Jodie’s mother hedged saying Jodie was sick and maybe she couldn’t do it, but to call when we got back to town.  Got back at 12:30.  Dropped Catherine and Fred.  Catherine called Jodie again and she said okay.

It was a beautiful day, in the sixties again. Picked up Catherine and walked over to the Pierre Hotel to meet Jodie. Said hello to lots of people who said hello to me.  At the Pierre I saw a beautiful woman staring at me and it turned out to be Ingrid Bergman.  While I was talking to her, Coco Brown started waving and yelling from a car.  Ingrid’s I think husband came for her and then Catherine and I went into the restaurant to wait for Jodie.  She came in with her mother and a guy they said they’d picked up I think in Liverpool, and I couldn’t tell if it was a bodyguard or the mother’s boyfriend.  Jodie had on high boots and a hat and was really cute and we loved her.

Then we all walked over to F.A.O. Schwartz and looked at toys.  Bought some for Jodie.  She signed autographs.  On the way back to the Pierre a guy was selling big candy canes and he gave Jodie one and me one.  Went home.

Went in the carriage again.  This time Frolic had his carriage out, too.  He was drinking all day.  He took his drinks onto the wagon with him and he was riding around drinking.  Jamie took me to his aunt’s house to see a 5’ dollhouse.  It was like an old-fashioned Christmas.

Then went over to the museum where an antique dealer was having a benefit for an opera school, and I really enjoyed that, they were singing an opera.  They passed a hat around and Frolic gave Catherine $20 of his own money for her to drop in and I dropped in $20, too.  Didn’t get to bed until around 4:00.

Went on a tour of Winterthur in the morning.  Then Phyllis Wyeth got the buggy together, we had an all-American breakfast, fed Archie and Amos, then we went out for a ride.  We went across the Brandywine River in it, it wasn’t so deep.

Jed went to meet Vincent and Shelly and Ronnie and Gigi at the train station. Went with Jamie to the Brandywine Museum and we were photographed and had a press conference. Went back to Jaime and Phyllis’s and there were cocktails.  Mrs. Bartow who I bought the East 66th Street house from was there and she asked when I was going to sandblast it and why was I never home because it always looked dark.  Carter Brown was there and Jane Holzer with Bob Denison.

Rode to the museum.  I introduced Gigi as “George” - I’d told this guy she was a drag queen and he didn’t know I was kidding, he got excited - and then she said, “No, it’s Georgette,” which coincidentally is her real name - I didn’t know it.  So everything was coming out right - I mean it was just what a drag queen would say, so that was funny.  And the guy really liked her and she didn’t have a clue it was because he thought she was a boy.

Fred called at 8 A.M. to find out when we were leaving.  Barbara Allen called and said that if we were leaving after 12:00 she would come.  Cabbed to 860 Broadway to pick up some things to take.  Left around 1:00.  Beautiful day.

Jed somehow drove straight to the Wyeth’s door, with just one phone call for directions at a turnoff right near the place to get the last bit.  Arrived around 4:00.  The traffic was okay.  Barbara Walters didn’t come after all.

Andrew Wyeth, Jamie’s father, was there.  Frolic Weymouth was there, a neighbor - his wife who’s Andrew Wyeth’s niece had just left him for an antique dealer or something after lots of married years - he’s a du Pont - and he was depressed, so he was over for dinner.  And Andrew’s two sisters, one nutty who looks like she drinks and paints.

We sat for hours and hours at dinner, it was perfect, so good.  Lots of drinks.  I was still so tired from all the traveling at the beginning of the week. Jed went to bed around 2:00, everyone else stayed up until around 4:00.

There was a romantic interest going on.  Robin West - he’s a neighbor of the Wyeths, too, he works for the Pentagon but he’ll be losing his job soon because Carter’s coming in - he was there, and Catherine talked about the shit and piss for him and about the Anvil S&M bar, and he seemed to like that and got interested.  He’s looking for a rich girl to marry, he asked me where oh where was his tub of butter on the other side of the rainbow, and I told him it could be a tub of Guinness beer if he played his cards right.  He said he’d take us for a ride in an aircraft carrier before his job gets given to a Democrat.

Got up at 7 A.M. in Vancouver and cabbed to the airport. This is the end of the trip to Seattle for the Opening at the Seattle Art Museum there, then we’d gone to Los Angeles for Marisa Berenson’s wedding to Jim Randall, then to Vancouver for my Ace Gallery Show opening there. Nobody in Vancouver buys art, though—they’re not interested in painting. Catherine Guinness didn’t get edgy till the last day when she started this annoying thing the English do—asking me over and over again, “What exactly is Pop Art?” it was like the time we interviewed that blues guy Albert King for Interview, when she kept asking “What exactly is soul food?” So for two hours on the plane she tortured me. Dropped Fred off. Got home.