it is exactly the sort of thing that facebook is intended for: i was having dinner with a friend from law school i hadn’t seen in, yes, dare i say it?, twenty five years! there was a lot of life to catch up on. he lives in san francisco, is married, has twins who are eight years old, and a law practice that seems to make him happy. all lawyers are desperately unhappy, i was one and can say this with confidence, but he seemed pretty cool with it all.
and i had my life to tell him about: the rumanian prince, that bungled heist in monte carlo, clothes i loaned lady gaga.
and then i realized there could be no pictures, no video.
not because he’s famous and his bodyguards would have to kill me. not because he’s debiliatated in some way that wouldn’t make for a good blog. but because it was so damn dark.
the violet hour is in a building that looks from the outside like a boarded up warehouse. the cab driver who deposited me at its steps was so nervous he first walked in, cased the place and came out to escort me into the restaurant. and i use the term restaurant lightly because it seemed to me to be just a lot of rooms with black curtains and candles (fire department alert!). drinks were made with droppers and food was an artistic endeavor. but i got to see michael lieberman, f2fb #62. or at least someone who claimed he was michael.
but i couldn’t take a picture because everything i tried turned out the same: black. somehow i think michael picked the place for that very reason.
so instead of unloading on his shocking gossip, i’ll pass along this–i’ll be signing books at the book stall this evening at six o’clock. on elm street in winnetka. can’t miss the place. hope to see you there!
i’ll be there tonight. i hope you can make it. there’s sure to be lights!