THE SEARCH FOR MR. ADEQUATE
Part 44

By Susan Silver

Last week I told you about the wonderful party I was going to. My friend Larry IV throws a lavish ball every year where his glam friends fly in from all over the world. This year he even topped himself.

The “do” was held at the St. Regis. And he had even more guests than usual. Many a NY celeb and social diva and some very fun friends from San Fran were in the crowd.

And of course the jewelry. The word “bling” doesn’t do it justice. Actually, I decided not to wear my petit diamonds, knowing they would be specks in the Universe of carats. So I chose my colorful large fun bijou to match my flowing pumpkin colored chiffon. (Pumpkin ... Thanksgiving ... get it?) Although I promise you my cheeks were not this orange!! And yet ... Halloween was not that far behind us.

	Larry IV and Susan I. Photo: Eric Weiss.

Cocktail hour was great and I spent some time talking with Dominick Dunne who is lovely. We gossiped, about which I won’t reveal ... but you will read it from him soon, I’m sure. There were a few old friends I hadn’t seen for a while, and it was nice to catch up.

Then at dinner, I had a very fun table and Larry IV has such good people sense that he sat me with people I really like and he didn’t even know I knew them!

I actually danced, which I haven’t in ages and everyone was crowded on the floor eager to show their gowns. There were trains, opera gloves and even a few hats. Those Dukes and Duchesses do like to “bust a move.”

The IVth, in his speech, said something that bears repeating. He welcomed all his friends and said he loves to “share” them with each other. So many people don’t ... either worried the new friend will like the other better, or perhaps just jealously guarding the contact.

And, as I mentioned, a very elegant gentleman introduced himself early on and then later in the evening, asked for my number. He called the next morning and we made a date. Wednesday I went on the date. I am not going to reveal anything else at this point. I did get home in time to see “Lost.”

Happy Birthday to Me

I’ve already received some lovely gifts ... a nice scarf from Deb which I had coveted when I saw her wearing it. No no, she didn’t give me hers ... she got me my own. And an unbelievably gorgeous and expensive gold evening bag from Stan who does spoil me. I would never even go into the store, it’s so over my budget! And oh yes, from Lizzie, a really strange card with the ugliest dog I’ve ever seen on it. Hmmm???

LOML was going to send flowers but I told him I was going away and they would just wilt. But it is the thought that counts. (Let’s see if he figures out that he could send them the following week!)

I also got a neat gift package from a lady I met a few weeks ago. She makes “essential oils” called Angelic Aromas and she promises that they can do wonders for your love life among other things. Something about smell being the most powerful sense, going right into our brain and thereby changing our wiring, how we feel about ourselves, thus project and perhaps, attract. And oh yeah, they are also “edible” or shall I say “lickable.” I will pour them on and report if anyone wants a nibble.

And, when you read this, I will be on my way for the best present ... three days in Minneapolis. No no, that is not a joke. My precious boys are there and I am absolutely over the moon in expectation. I CAN’T WAIT!!

P.S. There was a wonderful article in the New York Times last week about adult children taking care of their parents. It’s the coming thing for the Boomers and as I had my own experience doing so, I wrote a letter which they published Saturday.

To the Editor:

As an only child who was divorced and who had moved away at an early age, I found that my usual twice-a-year trips and weekly calls were not good enough when strokes and illness struck my parents.

I commuted to the Midwest every month and later on called every day to supervise their care. It was not only the right thing to do, but a wonderful way of reconnecting, and I loved every minute of it.

I am grateful that I had the chance that many adult children do not. And somehow it gave me the satisfaction of "mothering" that I lacked, not having my own children. I recommend it!

Susan Silver
New York, Nov. 24, 2005

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