Great Party

It was a pretty day, walked around uptown, then went to the office.  Jamie and Arnold were there.  I thanked them for a good time the night before.  Jamie said that Nureyev had fallen in love with Erskine, and that Erskine had almost given in, but didn’t, and that Nureyev’s last words were, “We can just watch TV.”  He gave autographs to Erskine and Catherine.

Was picked up by Bob at 8PM, cabbed to the Iranian embassy.  Bob made me go in black tie, but we were the only formal ones and then his excuse was that we were invited to so many parties he didn’t remember.  We’re starting to feel used by the Iranians.  It started in Washington a couple of weeks ago when we realized that Ambassador Zahedi isn’t “in” now with Carter - he was so Nixon and Ford-affiliated, but now he wants to be in with the Democrats and needs help and that’s us.  It was a heavy dinner for the Swedish ambassador.

Our excuse for leaving early was that we had to go to Francois de Menil’s party for Princess Marina of Greece who had an opening at the Iolas Gallery.  It was jumping - Arman and Corice, Larry Rivers - great party.