The heat like a stuffy blanket that can’t be shorn but is wed to you, I felt it as I exited the sliding doors on upper Madison avenue and lit a cigarette in the awning of our building.
Puffing up to 60th street, I nabbed a cab and began my journey to the lower west side.
The cabbie grinned knowlingly to me is wry wink in the rearview window which I thought was odd until I saw the tell-tale cord haning from his left lobe and I settled into my iphone songs…I chose a mix of madonna’s four minutes to live with mary j bilge to jolt my system into my cocktail-head.
Tonights party was at moet hennesseys luxe lounge tucked into the second floor of the mega-brands mother ship on tenth avenue. Behind the brusk
exterior lies this 21st century bastion built like something out of Close Encounters of the Cocktail kind…its what drinks should be in space.
After mixing and mingling over polite talk of embitterend imprsonement and education I learned the reason for the party was the false imprisonment of a man who overcame the obstacles of life only to flourish in his own adversity. Much ado about something made me feel better about my own life and gave me hope for my own life…funny thing when you stop and listen to the world around you what you can learn about yourself.
