Napkins & Moonbeams

You know, I was on The Tonight Show once, years ago, telling Johnny Carson about this party I went to back in ‘76; one of those Warhol affairs that could make even the strangest things seem normal. I still think about that night, and I wonder, “Did that really happen?” But it did. And every time I remember, it sounds more like a movie plot than real life.

It was New Year’s Eve at Andy Warhol’s penthouse and, if I close my eyes, I can almost still smell the cigarette smoke and Chanel No. 5 lingering in the air like a permanent fog. Imagine this scene: a penthouse in New York City, metallic walls reflecting every strobe light and disco ball, as if you’d stepped inside the belly of a glittering beast. People in platform shoes and sequins were everywhere, laughing a little too loud, as if they’d forgotten that champagne can be sipped rather than chugged. And the cocaine— well you could have funded the government of a small Latin American country for a year with the proceeds from the amount of cocaine present that night.