Happy New Year, darling

Diane de Beauvau took my hand and we ran into the next room right as midnight was coming on. I sort of wanted to stay and kiss the old bags like I did the year before because actually it was so much fun to do - to kiss ninety-year-old Elsie Woodward and say, “Happy New Year, darling.” Then Minnie de Beauvau came in and got Diane and told her she had to go back in and say Happy New Year to their father and stepmother - because she knows where their bread’s buttered.

And the food at Kitty’s - it was the canned frozen stuff again. At first you think that maybe these rich people don’t know any better because they’ve been going to charity dinners all their lives, but then they do go to La Grenouille, too, and that’s really good food. So they must notice the difference.  And there was six servants serving the canned food.

Right after midnight it was everybody grabbing their coats, they couldn’t wait to go on to the next party. Fred was really drunk.  We got out on the street and he thought he was the “It Boy” - he gave Minnie his coat - the wind-chill factor was making it around twenty below - and he was just in his top hat, kissing everyone on the street. We walked Diane to the Westbury to pick up her boyfriend who’d stayed home to write a script, but when we got there he was in the nude waiting to fuck her, so we left her there.

Went home.  Called Brigid.  Called PH.  Nobody was home yet.  At 6 a.m. Jay Johnson woke me up calling to speak to Jed. He was drunk and I hung up on him and he called back and let it ring twenty times.