ok, not anecdotes about playboy bunnies tonight.
sorry.
instead an anecdote/aphorism about the importance of dinner parties. a good dinner party with the right people can be the best thing in the world.
tonight i had dinner with some genuinely smart and funny people and it was great. the way in which social interaction just flows, from the formal to the absurd. the way in which people who are kind of stiff at the beginning of the night are singing songs and being gleefully stupid at the end of the night.
as a species we’re so gregarious. it’s sad that we so rarely get to live in circumstances that satisfy our gregarious tendencies.
and i’m drinking ‘mountain apricot’ juice. do apricots grow on mountains?
i don’t believe that they do. don’t they grow in supermarkets?
isn’t that where all food comes from?
isn’t it?
no?
i’m so gullible.
-moby