THE SEARCH FOR MR. ADEQUATE
12/1/06

By Susan Silver

So, here’s what happened. I was out of town last week at the Renaissance Weekend in South Carolina, so I wrote the Thanksgiving column early and sent it to the two Dear Editors.

It was a warm and mushy thanks to everyone … including you Dear Readers, because I am grateful for your response.

And, then, when I got home I got emails asking “where was the column on Friday?” I thought maybe I was being fired! But when I inquired, the Dear Editor told me that they had had a late night for the Holiday, had too much turkey, hence the tryptophan thing, and they forgot to print me! Well! I forgive them and will not indulge in calling them “turkeys” etc. Because I really do love them too and Mercury was in retrograde which leads to foul ups! Or to keep the bird metaphor “fowl ups.”

But it all worked out as when I got back, I had a terrible cold, with fever and the kind that hurts your hair! And makes you want your mommy!

I could barely make it from the bedroom into the office.

So I will put in some of the original column this week and tell you about the fabulous holiday I had next week. 

A real turkey

LL and I saw a play before I left and here it is … my warning! “The Vertical Hour” should have been called the Horizontal … as in puts one to sleep in that position. Yikes! I’d so been looking forward to it, as I love Bill Nighy, the English actor, like Julianne Moore and find David Hare’s writing always intelligent. And the director is Sam Mendes who is very good.

Wha’ happened? I know it was well reviewed in London, but that was without Ms. Moore, whose Broadway debut this is. As some wise-ass critic would say “Moore was less!” Hard to hear, no energy, everything played tiny as to the camera. Stan hated it too.

The play itself is about the personal being the political, and frankly, I have been too bombarded with bad news in the news to want to hear about it for two hours yet again. Not that it wasn’t important to discuss Iraq, but there was nothing new in this and apart from good performances from the two Brits, it was a snooze.

Funnily enough (I’m staying with the British dialogue here) we took the bus  from the theater district, unable to grab a cab, and got into several conversations with other theatergoers who agreed totally, but on the second leg of my trip across the park I shared a cab with a woman who “loved it.” So as the saying goes … that’s what makes horse races. (What does difference of opinion have to do with horse races? I’m not sure.)     

Tune In

I was on the radio again. I’m getting to like this! I did a really fun show out of Orlando, called ‘Growing Bolder.’ Its one of the best “boomer sites” … with all kinds of interesting info. www.growingbolder.com.

The Hosts, two very amusing and lovely guys, were grilling me on the dating scene in NY and we had a ball! But as I told them, I was working on growing LESS BOLD! You know the trouble I get in and I am supposed to be mellowing, aren’t I, as we grow older?

Another kind of Ball

Then it was time again for my friend Larry IV’s international set to arrive for his annual veddy dressy ‘ball.’

It’s an amusing group and I had a very fun table. The gentlemen on either side were terrific company … and one was even single! Charming too.

As usual, the jewelry was dazzling. And everyone has such a good time dancing and looking at each other!

Plus I met JH’s parents!! Lovely people. (And I’m not just saying that because he will put a bad picture of me in here if I don’t!)

Debbie Does New York

Deb was in for a few days and, as she tends to, made lots of new friends. You know how she loves to talk to everyone. By the time she’d gotten out of my elevator, she’s become intimate with the new elevator operator, whose name I don’t even know yet.

She invited the waiter, busboy and teller at the bank (where I was making a deposit) to join her for Thanksgiving. Well, not literally … but almost.

She had a new psychic who gave her a phone reading and said something about “sex” … or lack of same! Since we know she’s been umm … celibate for 30 years, the woman picked up on it! Deb said the woman was searching for the words and I said, “Did she say ‘cobwebs?’ Or needs “jackhammer?”

Well, close! She told her that she had to “unclog” things … I swear and that she should have random sex with four strangers to open the flow, so to speak! I think the psychic is very good! Now if we can just find the four guys.

Now come on back, y’all … next week. I’m still in the Southern Mode.

I met someone, much more than adequate … and … well … tell you more next time.

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