Last week, Val Batista and Tony Miller took me to Il Bastardo’s for a scrumptious, hilarious dinner. The real surprise was that our waiter was Eduardo, a friend from ten years ago. He and Jaime would set up my table around 3:00 pm when they saw me walking back from St. Vincent’s Hospital when I had cancer. They were great supporters! Immigration swept them away — but he is back, and Jaime is working in the Village. Hooray! ANYhoo, we had a hilarious time and the Il Bastardo wine was excellent, too. I’m so lucky to know so many [funny] people!!
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Meanwhile, the “real” (or should I say “other”?) party happened yesterday, at Restivo Ristorante. We took over the restaurant, at a long table reminiscent of a medieval banquet — or Girl Scout camp. Ken Monahan and his girfriend, Karen Wu, were there; as were Joanne Gerber, Deia (my roommate’s Italian fiancée), Carlos Rodriguez and 3 of his friends (Laura, Lorna and Kinga), Tony, Dave Levenson, Val and Me. (I haven’t seen Dave in 23 years, so that was fun!!)
I met Carlos in Mad Square Park on my birthday 3 years ago — and haven’t seen him since. He was the core of the party and his friends (a dog-walking group from Murray Hill, NYC) were delightful! The others were old friends and it was just the right number of people so everyone got to talk to (almost) everyone else.
The paper crowns were from Joan Boyle’s 70th birthday: for some reason she had English “Christmas crackers” at her party and I collected the crowns. She couldn’t make it, but we toasted her and wished everyone a Merry Christmas, too.
The food and Prosecco were wonderful, the waiters, fun, the cards, hilarious. I had a ball: I just hope everyone else did, too! Tony, Dave and I wandered back to my loft afterwards, and it was all over by 4:30 or so. Short and VERY sweet!
Thanks, everyone! I couldn’t have turned 70 in a better way than this!