What a great, loungey vibe that place has, especially when well-stocked with glitterati and literati (and probably some illiterati once the booze began flowing).
It was a Chip Duckett joint, so naturally a good time was had by all.
An example of the Studio 54-like vibe at 49 Grove. Call it: Studio 49.
I brought my out-of-towners Kurt and Warren, who are connoisseurs of NYC fun, cute boys (a late-night Adonis visit may or may not have happened) and Kenneth's book. We hung out with the likes of Scooter LaForge, artist extraordinaire and body beautiful (and unashamed Madonna queen), and legendary funnylady Margarita Pracatan (pictured at right and below), who confessed that when she has no idea what the hell someone is saying to her, she laughs. (This works well, except for when a southerner is recounting the loss of his wife. Oops.)
Please do me a favor and check out my lengthy Q&A with my buddy and your second-favorite self-absorbed blogger, Kenneth M. Walsh, over at Queerty upon the occasion of the publication of his witty, insightful, honest-'til-it-hurts memoir, Wasn't Tomorrow Wonderful? (Magnus, $19.99)
In happier times
He's an interesting guy, even more so in book-length than in the space of a post.
If you're not quite sure about purchasing Kenneth Walsh's first book, the uncomfortably funny, funnily uncomfortable Wasn't Tomorrow Wonderful?, you can get a FREE taste of what you're in for here, and then you'll probably be ready to take the plunge.