yesterday, i went to a concert performed by f2fb #158 david yonan, who is a protege of elizabeth stein. it was wonderful, he’s really talented, and i learned a lot afterwards about violins, their construction, and music. i hadn’t realized that sometime during the concert the two hundred thousand dollar violin david borrowed for the concert occasionally had gone out of key. i just thought it was modern classical stuff. you know, like mahler goes wild.
then i went out with f2fb friend #159 richard gordon. he’s the sort that if the impossibly handsome and debonair louis jourdan was not available, mr. gordon could step in.
how do i know richard? well, he’s the ex-husband of elizabeth stein. david yonan’s mentor. i was supposed to have lunch with elizabeth (AND get a violin lesson because she’s a stradivarius dealer) but she cancelled. how do i know elizabeth? uh, actually, she went out with my ex-husband stephen. may still be going out with him. and i’m sure i don’t know the half of it. and really, it’s none of my business. except to say that she has three men i know who are in love with her: my ex, david, and richard.
i met richard at the union league club in chicago. i was very late because most of the traffic lights on the way were down because of a storm. but he was forgiving.
richard was once a member of the university club too. but the courtship of stephen and elizabeth largely took place in the university club and i think richard feels the desire to put some distance to that.
chicago has a lot of private clubs. like every other big town. but after one drink at the union league club (sorry, no pics or film, they would have tackled me), he proposed a different sort of club.
during prohibition there were speakeasies in which one could purchase illicit alcohol. this club allowed for illicit smoking.
the joint was managed by a dude in a tom ford suit, white polyester shirt, and velvet ralph lauren evening slippers. he picked out a smooth, sweet davidoff cigar for me. no socks. of course. i chatted with a young man who is taking divinity classes at yale and wants to be a priest but has a predilection for smoking and johnny walker black. i asked him about women but he says he doesn’t like women of his generation because they don’t concentrate on the important things in life. i don’t either, so i would suggest to him the carthusian monasteries. they at least have great food and wine. and no women. i then asked him about the vow of poverty. not into it. and not every priest is.
richard, a.k.a. louis jourdan, was a witty bon vivant. i really had to tear myself away–but he folded me into a cab and told me i was welcome to see him anytime. i appreciate that. this morning, i have as a souvenir of our time together a box of matches advertising the Iwan Ries Lounge and a hacker’s cough.