The wonderful, spectacular dinner party for Larry's birthday party was the talk of the town. It is so soothing to know that there is still enough people who can rent an entire restaurant for the benefit of a group of friends; Larry and David have done this several times. Their dog, Spike, always rules from a seat of power. The night was wonderful, especially if you considered that the thirty people invited started to snarl and bite each other at the very start. Mamie and me kept a civil distance from the fray and laughed constantly at what we observed. We were, of course, a bit snobby, but were not going to embroil ourselves in anything that didn't come out of the kitchen.
Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish and myself maintained an aloof table open to only members of Newport Society. We know this was wrong, but the facts of the evening proved that it is better to associate with whom you know at dinner and death, than to fend off others with a butter knife during the same time.
Striped are the rage as noted with me and Kendall.
If "Incest" was ever to have a face, this would be it. Our beloved friends at this table sort of live a reality, gay life-style that is the envy of all we know.
Shortly before the poisoned hat-pins and stilettos were pulled out, a nice group picture was taken. Many had fled by this time, but Mamie and I just laughed and laughed all night as the casualty list mounted before our eyes.