Sunday, December 14, 2008
Dupont Circle was a busy place last night. People were out, not so much to go to clubs (as the taxi driver explained) but because everyone was going to parties.
I was one of those people, gathering with others to celebrate a friend's fiftieth birthday. It was a beautiful party. I saw lots of people I haven't seen in awhile. There were cakes (nine of them). There was champagne (a bathtub full of bottles). I love cake. I LOVE champagne. I love my dear dear friends.
It was a big party. Big. A hundred people in a small condo. There were so many people and so much noise that I wanted to hide in a corner, I wanted to jump out the window, Once I convinced myself neither option was appropriate, all I could think was wouldn't it be nice to have a conversation with one person at a time, a conversation that could fulfill itself, instead of party conversations in which a couple of sentences are exchanged, and then there's a distraction? Well, wouldn't it??
Small parties I love. A dinner party for six or eight? Perfection. Or a cocktail party for twenty? Really fun. But the party scene from Breakfast at Tiffany's??
All I can say is YIKES.