Bright Young Things
Did they have this in mind?It was an odd weekend, a weekend of convergence and premonition. I had the strangest feeling that my haircut at the Grooming Lounge would be observed. Sure enough there was some young woman dutifully taking notes on my skull shape and the wave in my hair. I did have the distinct feeling that she was also recording the gossip that I shared with Kyla, the young woman who cuts my hair. Here's something to take away: Southern women (even young ones) are wise about this world.
Later that day I received an invitation to a party - it involved the birthday of Catherine. Her blog was familiar to me. - but I had never met her. I don't imagine she was anxious to make my acquaintance but she was very gracious nonetheless. Happy Birthday! Three odd things about this party. The first was the red lighting, which can be seen in photographs of the party. It was only odd because I had agreed to watch "Bright Young Things" with a friend the following night. Pictured above is the opening scene: a party in red. The second thing that was odd was the moment I was introduced to someone who currently works at The New Republic. When the name "The American Conservative" was mentioned by the host who introduced me - this person sniffed and said. "Oh, you people are awful." I took that as a compliment of sorts. The third odd bit was the music selection. I was delighted to hear the "Stop Making Sense" version of Pyscho Killer. But though I jumped in at the time I was a bit baffled by the spirit that came into the room and began commanding people to dance to the song "Common People". Fantastic song, but not terribly danceable. It was a great party and I believe Peter, Robert and I left at the right time.
Michael Brendan Dougherty
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That's brilliant.
Give a shout when you're up here next. I need to let out some violent epithets...