Kenneth's book apparently comes in a handy (very) LARGE-print version...
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.
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.)