IT’S FUN TO HAVE FUN
Saturday night was one of those nights that happens so seldom these days it deserves a blog. I am not shall we say a party girl, not that I’m girl who doesn’t go to parties because I do; but mostly the dinner variety and rather tame ones. I am the most modest of drinkers, a wild night is two glasses of red wine and a normal night is one Campari and soda. I like to go to dinner around seven and be home by ten thirty. I am fifty-two with two children and don’t’ get enough sleep as it is. But this last Saturday I partied like it was 1979 and I forgot how much fun it is.
Last night was one of those Hampton nights that make the Hamptons sound like the parody they can actually be. You can spend the entire summer here and not see a soul. You can hole up and work and go to the gym and just drive from camp to the farm stands and home and I have days when that is all I do. But then every summer there are a few hot parties, though never in all my summers out here have I gotten wildly drunk, danced by myself and almost caught my hair on fire. Apparently according to Glenn and Taylor those are three of the things I did last night.
I don’t remember all of them, which leads me to believe they might be true. But as today progressed Saturday has truly turned into rashomon with each of us having our own version of the night’s details .
Now the way I remember it is and this part is all accurate Glenn had an opening at his shop for a very shall we say risqué, (that totally makes me sound like my grandmother) show of the photographer Steven Klein. This show is in conjunction with a book he has published called Stag Film.
I can’t really get into much detail here about the content of this show, let’s say it’s about horsies attempting to make other horsies.
Taylor and I headed over to gallery around seven thirty and even though it was ending at eight it was still in full swing. I had one quarter of a glass of wine there, took some photos, chatted with people and had a perfectly fine time. Around eight thirty we drove back to the house where I dropped off my car and then we all drove over to Steven’s house. It’s more than a house it’s a horse property, an enormous piece of land sitting in the middle of endless field much of which is his.
We’re all in agreement as to this part of the evening. When we got there was a big Argentinean BBQ going – I knew it was Argentinean as I read Francis Mallman’s cookbook last weekend, which actually deserves its own blog. But there were the sticks and the carcasses charring and across the grass was the wine bar where I started in on the rose. I think this was the beginning of where I might of stopped remembering every detail.
Now Steven being involved with horses and horse breeding and the book having to do with horses and the fact that a lot of polo is played here during the summer made for kind of a horse lovers night. One of the guests was Nacho Figueras you know the one from the Raplh Lauren Polo ads? Yes that one and some of his polo playing buddies. I think it was the combination of Polo players and the summer evening that made me behave the way I did.
See when I was growing up in Santa Barbara we used to watch a lot of polo. In fact during the summers after a certain age polo was the controlling dynamic of summer social life. There was group or girls, (me included) who waited for the players to come to town in late May or early June and with them arrived a summer full of dates and fun and parties and in today’s lingo hook ups. We knew the players, the padrones and the grooms and most of the polo groupies pretty much ping ponged between all of them. They were fun times, young times, long ago times. But last night when I smelled the horses and saw all those hot young Argentinean grooms cooking the food and was out under the stars and the wine was flowing I think I must have just climbed aboard a behavioral time machine and headed back to 1979.
Keeping with the Latin tradition the drinks portion of the evening went from nine until I think close to eleven. During that time we looked at foals and played with Great Danes and chatted with some bold face names and some old friends and I guess drank a ton of rose.
At one point Taylor and I wandered off and then came back to find Glenn standing a against a post chatting with Kelly Klein and smoking a cigarette. I hadn’t seen him do that since we were in Milan. Taylor got very excited by this, as she wants us both to go back to smoking to keep her company. Glenn was starting to party. Taylor says at this point I went and bummed a cigarette off someone, I do not remember doing this. I thought I took a photo of Glenn smoking but there are none on my camera. So I may have to go with Taylor as after I took a photo of the BBQ pit I somehow stopped taking photos all together. Though I do remember having fun, constantly telling myself I’m having so much fun I should take some pictures.
At eleven when the lamb, steaks and pigs were finally cooked, I too was toasted.
But I remember having so much fun. I just don’t remember what I was actually doing. I did devour all the food that was put in front of me, it was amazing. I remember sitting at the table thinking I’m really drunk and should eat a lot to absorb the alcohol.
But then the rashomon comes in, according to Glenn, Nacho hand fed Taylor lamb scrotum. Now we don’t know if this is true at all. Taylor remembers Nacho standing by the pit and handing her something to eat. Glenn remembers Nacho putting something in her mouth off the pit, he says it was lamb scrotum, he could be making this up. I was not around for this performance. But I know even after all that rose if I had seen Nacho hand feed Taylor that I would remember. I think it could be a made up story all together, though we will never know. Taylor swears Nacho gave her something from the BBQ – it’s the scrotum we are iffy on.
Taylor says after dinner I stood up and started dancing by myself. Then I went over to the food table and starred chomping on a lamb bone and apparently showed her how to do this in a way to assure yourself a ride home. I don’t remember this at all. Though I would not put it past me. After all I was back in 1979. I did those things in 1979 and I fear 89 as well.
Glenn apparently lit up another cigarette after dinner and I apparently almost caught my hair on fire by leaning into the bowl of floating candles to light one for myself. I sort of remember a part of this.
But I didn’t like the cigarette so I gave it away. We all remember this. Taylor was deep in conversation with Mark Lubell from Magnum.
I was talking to a guy about perfume and he kept smelling my arm and my neck but so did his boyfriend so I’m not sure what that was about. Taylor told me this and I have a recollection of discussing the merits of Frederic Malle’s Carnal Flowers.
At one point I did take off across the grass towards all the young Argentineans, the same ones like I used to spend my summers with only these would be – their grandchildren. Which would make me their…It didn’t stop me I wandered into their scrum and asked if anyone had a Marlboro Light. I am the only one who remembers this, as I have no witenesses here in the house, but I know it happened. One of the guys had a Marlboro Light, he handed it to me and lit it. That was a lot of fun!
I only smoke when I am really bombed, and it has happened three times in ten years, this was one of the three.
Marlboro in hand, veins full of rose and head full of memories of decades gone by I went over and started to chat with Marco, from Buenos Aries, a groom and player and hell of a cook who decided he wanted to give me some more meat off the BBQ, it was not scrotum I will vouch for that. So there I was chomping some more meat and smoking my cigarette, don’t know how I pulled that off and we talked. Even drunk I still speak Polo, . We talked about when I used to play polo and hang out with players. He told me I should take it up again. I told him I was too old, so I did remember how old I was, too old to be behaving the way I was. He said you are never too old. God bless him exactly what I needed to hear or perhaps not. I remembered why I liked polo players.
He was adorable and charming and thirty years ago I would have had a two-day fling with him. But then I remembered something important, I now had a daughter the same age as I was last time I hung out with cute polo players so I went off and got Taylor.
I took her over to meet Marco and then apparently went off and started dancing by myself again.
This is what Taylor says. Glenn was off doing well; we don’t know what he was doing. Taylor spent a good half hour chatting with Marco during which time I consumed more rose. Taylor says when it was time to go I took Marco’s number for her and loaded it in my Blackberry, well they did I don’t remember even having it at that point. But I guess I was having such fun in the moment and remembering how much fun I had way back when, I wanted her to have that kind of fun too. Marco told her to text him, Glenn remembers that. His number is in my Blackberry, I guess it happened.
Taylor remembers both of us almost falling out of the golf cart that took us back to our car.
Glenn was sober and got us home.
Three Tylenols and a good night’s sleep and I remember one thing vividly – sometimes it’s really fun to just have fun.