Steve Rubell wanted me to go to C.Z. Guest's Christmas thing in Old Westbury, but that would have meant an hour drive out there and an hour back. I didn't want to do anything difficult because I was so afraid I was getting sick. I could feel it in my throat. Jon called from Massachusetts and wanted to know what shirt size I wore. I was the only one home, so he had to ask me. He said he'd call Halston's at 10:00.
Got home and was too tired, had some brandy and got drunk by the time I was supposed to go out. The dogs were with Jed, away for the holidays. Walked over to Halston's. Victor had called and given me the list of people who were going to be there, about twenty names, and I'd made up some packages to give them--snot rags with dollar signs. And a piece of sculpture.
Liza was there though, and Victor hadn't said she would be and I didn't have anything for her, so I said I'd give her a Martha, and she was thrilled, she threw up her arms. Liza'd been to Harlem all day to visit the sick kids in the hospital. And that's the best thing to do. Jane Holzer and I said we'd do it next year. Liza's here seeing her father, he's dying of heart problems. Pat Cleveland was there, just over hepatitis, and she kissed everybody and my resistance is so low I think I'll get it. Jane told me finally that she's madly in love with Ian Schrager and I said I didn't want to hear it because I'd only tell her negative things and then she'd only report them to him who I do really like. I told her that she should just get his business sense from him and that's it.
She'd had gold dimes made up, had them cast, and she gave one to me. She had them made up for Ian because he always puts dimes in his mouth for phone calls. It's such a clever gift.
AT 3:00 Jane dropped me off and I took aspirin and packed and took a sleeping pill.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 422. New York: Warner Books.
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Saturday, December 25, 1976
Went out to Westbury to C.Z. Guest's for lunch. It was a magazine Christmas -- the decorations and the food and the house were just like a spread in McCalls or House and Garden, like what a house should look like on Christmas. But you'd think with all C.Z.'s involvement with flowers and gardening that she'd have real stuff, but when you looked close the wreaths and things were half plastic. C.Z. gave everyone her bug repellent for gifts.
Ninety-year-old Kitty Miller was there, she's still putting blue shoe polish in her hair. The pies were great -- apple, mince, and plum. The turkey had already been cut up like a magazine would tell you to before it got to the table so it was like a Turkey Puzzle. Kitty was drunk and when the Spanish ambassador said a few words she screamed, "I can't speak Spanish."
It started to snow a little. Said thanks and left to go home to get ready for the Jaggers'. Got to East 66th and glued. Went up to East 72nd (can $2.50). We were one of the first to arrive. Nick Scott was at the door, working. This was a job he'd come up with earn money -- being the Jaggers' houseboy. Only he was supposed to get there at 8:00 in the morning to help and he didn't arrive until 6:00 at night. I gave Jade the grey kitten from Rusty Holzer. She looked at it and said, " 'Lydia?' ... No. Harriet." I felt sorry for the cat, though, because I think it's going to have a horrible home. I don't know.
Mick sat down next to Bob Colacello and put his arm around him and offered him a pick-me-up, and Bob said, "Why yes, I am rather tired," and just as he was about to get it, Yoko and John Lennon walked in and Mick was so excited to see them that he ran over with the spoon that he was about to put under Bob's nose and put it under John Lennon's.
Halston and Loulou de la Falaise put a lot of the pick-me-up in a covered dish on the coffee table and when someone they liked would sit down they'd tell them, "Lift it up and get a surprise." Paloma Picasso was there. Jay Johnson brought Delia Doherty. The dinner was terrific. Mick and Bianca forgot to bring out the dessert, though.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 11-12. New York: Warner Books.
Ninety-year-old Kitty Miller was there, she's still putting blue shoe polish in her hair. The pies were great -- apple, mince, and plum. The turkey had already been cut up like a magazine would tell you to before it got to the table so it was like a Turkey Puzzle. Kitty was drunk and when the Spanish ambassador said a few words she screamed, "I can't speak Spanish."
It started to snow a little. Said thanks and left to go home to get ready for the Jaggers'. Got to East 66th and glued. Went up to East 72nd (can $2.50). We were one of the first to arrive. Nick Scott was at the door, working. This was a job he'd come up with earn money -- being the Jaggers' houseboy. Only he was supposed to get there at 8:00 in the morning to help and he didn't arrive until 6:00 at night. I gave Jade the grey kitten from Rusty Holzer. She looked at it and said, " 'Lydia?' ... No. Harriet." I felt sorry for the cat, though, because I think it's going to have a horrible home. I don't know.
Mick sat down next to Bob Colacello and put his arm around him and offered him a pick-me-up, and Bob said, "Why yes, I am rather tired," and just as he was about to get it, Yoko and John Lennon walked in and Mick was so excited to see them that he ran over with the spoon that he was about to put under Bob's nose and put it under John Lennon's.
Halston and Loulou de la Falaise put a lot of the pick-me-up in a covered dish on the coffee table and when someone they liked would sit down they'd tell them, "Lift it up and get a surprise." Paloma Picasso was there. Jay Johnson brought Delia Doherty. The dinner was terrific. Mick and Bianca forgot to bring out the dessert, though.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 11-12. New York: Warner Books.
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