Party 1—Time to Give Back.
The first party I went to last Saturday was a charity event for the Red Cross. LL Cool J was the guest of honor, which explains why the first person I saw upon entering the bash was music mogul Russell Simmons.
It’s a good thing there were no bulls around (plenty of farms in the Hamptons) because my bright red peace cape would have made me an easy target. But I figured it was a “Red” Cross party, so wearing a red peace cape would be appropriate. Plus, if there was peace, there would be less battlefield casualties and troops needing mending from The Red Cross.
The setting was by far the best aspect of the party. The beautifully landscaped home had a backyard facing a never-ending canal which looked like an oil painting created by one of the great masters of classic art. Such a peaceful and beautiful backdrop made you forget for a moment that wars are raging around the globe.
Party 2—Time to Eat.
After cocktails at the Red Cross party, everyone was hungry. We arrived at a friend’s 25-year wedding anniversary party right as the Rabbi was finishing his speech about love and loyalty.
The groom actually repeated the vows he made to his wife 25 years ago and stepped on the glass just like he did on his wedding night. The shattered glass reminds Jews of the Temple that was destroyed in Jersusalem and how fragile relationships are. Once you smash a glass it’s hard to put it back together again (like humpty dumpty) so you should be very careful how you treat each other.
Once the service was over, everyone ate… and if you’ve ever been to a Jewish wedding, you know there’s enough food for three weddings, not one.
Party 3—Time to Play.
Costumed parties are the best kinds of parties, so when we got to the Heaven and Hell party, we knew it would be wild. Red devils and white angels surrounded us as a lesbian rock group called Lez Zeppelin performed “Stairway To Heaven.” After an incredible performance, we got the hell out of there (no pun intended) and headed back to my castle for an after-hours skinny dip. As Dorothy learned in The Wizard of Oz, there really is no place like home (to party), especially when the pool is full of naked Dorothys. Well that’s not exactly true. They weren’t all named Dorothy! My apologies. Class dismissed.