Yep, it’s déjà vu all over again as I am going to tell you about yet another amazing, amazing, amazing Sailor Jerry event, and also the Area book party last night which was… amazing. The opening party at the Hole Gallery had celebrities and bold face names old and newer enjoying the recreation of a night at the famed downtown club. I don’t name drop, there are plenty of gossip sites that do and I’m sure photographer Patrick McMullan – a celebrity in his own right – took a zillion photos for you to see on his web site.
I just checked. He did.
For me the thrill was definitely not gone as dear, old friends gathered to celebrate a very special part of our lives. The big moment for me was seeing art icon Chuck Close real close. Amanda and I both lost our cell phones so no pics are forthcoming. We both got them back – a tribute to a kinder, gentler age where people cared about each other. We chatted up a very proud Eric Goode about his career path and his work with endangered turtles which his success helps support. I promised not to send him a pewter turtle that I have been saving for a moment. He gets them all the time.
We scooted over to The Cardinal (234 East 4th Street) where a Sailor Jerry dinner was taking place. I got a horse head tattoo dedicated to an old friend from Spike TV’sInk Master judge-extraordinaire Oliver Peck. The food was, well, amazing, and the crowd super hip and hot. The soiree was for Australian mural artist Steen Jones. Sailor Jerry Rum commissioned a piece that adorns the gates of the Cardinal. The Cardinal is wonderful. I knew so many people who work there and made new friends. The catfish and fried chicken are to die for. A vegetarian friend sitting nearby commented on my declaration and said that that is the reality. The ravioli looked good too. Oliver and I talked about the Ramones and the Pixies and Texas and tattoos. He’ll be back real soon and I’ll tell you all about it when I can. Photographer and troublemaker Rickey Powell got a scorpion. Also there were DJ Roofeeo, Jam Master Jay’s son TJ Mizell, and… oops, I’m dropping names. Oh, Buff Monster buffmonster.com/pages/about-us was there and I got some cool trading cards.
Then it was to the Area Book after party at Eric Goode’s Bowery Hotel. There the A crowd of past and present were mingling and trying to figure out “who that was”. Those “my name is” stickers would have been a good idea. I was actually surprised that time was so kind to so many. How is that possible considering the constant effort over many years to self-destruct? A friend suggested that “many of us were simply pickled”. Strangely on four separate occasions I did a double take. I thought I saw someone who was no longer with us. It turned out it was someone who looked a lot like that person. In the dim light and the emotions I saw old friends who had succumbed to the countless pitfalls of the night. An old friend said they had the same experience seeing someone they enjoyed embodied in someone too young to have been around so long ago in that Area so far, far away. It was smiles all around and I wondered if it could happen again. Justin Strauss played songs still relevant today while the ghosts of nightlife past told me it was time to go home. It was a surreal, wonderful reunion. That fool who said you can’t go home again was once again proved wrong.