12 March 2011

Version 2.0ld ... Too Old to Party?


Yes, that older looking lesbian woman underneath her chapeau with G&T in-hand is none other than Mr. Truman Capote, bon vivant quick with the bon mot, ever the raconteur and trouble maker at Studio54.  Of course, I recognized this man's visage instantly, long a fan of his since my high school days, even before I knew Harper Lee had based "Dill" on him (Scout and Jem's friend from next door) in her To Kill a Mockingbird.  (Query for your droll fave: Oscar Wilde or Truman Capote?)  Truman loved to party until the last; he and Andy Warhol and, apparently by the looks of the above picture, Ms. Gloria Swanson at 79 (Go-on, girl!!!)  The above shot is from a very witty little article found on Mr. Porter (the XY version of net-a-porter ) by Dan Davies.  All the geriatric swells loved the nightlife.  They liked to boogie.  But, could they boogie in their Depends?  When, Dear Reader, is it time to roll the sidewalks up on our galavanting about town and -- say it ain't so -- "act our age"?  Hmmm?

I wrote about a time in my life, (here) after my divorce a few years back, where I was routinely at the greatest restaurants and, yes, loud/obnoxious clubs, and amazing bars because of my job where I was asked to spend no less than $2,000 each month (of company money) entertaining prospects and clients.  My clients were 80% lawyers and execs from Internet start-ups and major Hollywood studios in Los Angeles.  Needless to say, for someone who was a teetotaler and a self-imposed virgin (I'm happy to admit it; I'm not ashamed of my faith ... non-party hand in the air, y'all!!!) into his early-20's, I was a very quick study on catching up on the party scene.  Even my nephews who ran a legendary "Bar One" on Sunset Blvd. were having a hard time keeping up with their Uncle J. for about two or three years there.  It was awesome ... for a season, as the Bible says.

But, back to the question at hand.  The topic has been decided.  The issue has been raised.  What do you think is the age-limit on "partying"?  Is there one?  Don't talk amongst yourselves ... LEAVE an opinion (Pithy Comment forms are below!) here for all of us to enjoy.  And, bonus ... if any of you brave souls send in a party pic of yourself in flagrante (not delicto! ... you know who I'm talking to!), I'll add them below this post!  If any of you add one, I'll include myself as well.  My email is over to the left over there somewhere ...

The gauntlet has been thrown down.  Your opinions and incriminating photos are warmly welcomed, Dear Reader.

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

"2.old" -- LOVE IT! No, we're never too old to have a good time, whether one calls it "partying" or whatever. But, acting the fool is never in good taste.

I'm going to read your other article now that you linked. Great blog.

Anonymous said...

"2.old" -- LOVE IT! No, we're never too old to have a good time, whether one calls it "partying" or whatever. But, acting the fool is never in good taste.

I'm going to read your other article now that you linked. Great blog.

Karena said...

Never too old to party!!Of course graciously, with some wit for good conversation!

xoxo
Karena
Art by kareva

Julia Christie said...

I have never been much of a partier...had children in my early 20's and being uber responsible, stayed home and tried to raise them correctly...but there have been a few isolated incidents, when I went out of town on business and met up with some good friends, when I partied most gloriously, bohemianly (?) and with extreme and wild abandon...
It was, quite frankly, a wonderfully liberating, and exhaultant feeling.

I do not know when I will have the opportunity to party this way again, but I sincerely hope, when all chicks have left the nest, (or on a rockin weekend away with my luvuh) to revisit my 'party girl', dust her off, and let her do her thang!

Never, dear JG, 2 old!

Char said...

while I may be too old to party...I think that everyone should enjoy what they enjoy regardless of the age. :)

My Dog-Eared Pages said...

It totally depends on the degree of partying. To the [walk out of Studio 54 seven hours later into the morning light degree] age 38. To living life with gracious gusto, forever! ; )

Julie@beingRUBY said...

hahahahaha.. Uncle J.. well.. I've been off the party scene for some time now... wonder if it wise to get back out there.. although.. there really is no party scene for us older bunch here in Sydney [if there is they are hiding it from me... don't want the rif raff I suspect]...

I just dug out and old party dress yesterday and remember wearing it to NYE 1999 [or is the 2000].. the big one.. brought back many memories of partying like it was 1999...


Don't think you will be getting any party pics of moi.. although i did find one from that particular NYE.. drink in one hand.. dress in the other.. NO NO.. i mean.. cigarette in the other.. hahahaha

ciao .. xxxx Julie

quintessence said...

I'm with Karena and Dog Eared Pages - never to old to party graciously!! And I had my day - no regrets!!

Caleb S. Garcia said...

Great title and great blog Mr. G. You add a degree of cultural class with your Capote history lesson.

On your pic there's a caption mentioning the new movie "Hall Pass." In that film Richard Jenkins (at 63) plays Coakley, a seasoned partier and game expert who's still going strong. So I say you at least have until retirement age.

Anonymous said...

I hope to party until I can no longer maintain a conversation. Nothing like having a few cocktails with friends and family members. The cocktails help the conversations go in different directions than they normally would. We also get to know a little more of each one of us. If I had fun, got home in a safe manner and woke-up without a hang-over than It was great night. And who knows you might pick-up a few new friends along the way who could make a difference in your life.
Now- if this is a weekly occurrence
its time for a life change. Go find another Hobby!

dressingup-everyday said...

came on and enjoy it!

Emm said...

Oh wow. I don't tend to talk too much about my partying days but heck, why not? I loved to party and spent most of the 90s in various warehouse raves across South Africa. Of course, they were different there as they weren't illegal gatherings and were sponsored by major record labels, games consoles and radio stations with the necessary ambulance and first aid crews in attendance.

Somewhere in the middle of the new millenium, I just got tired of partying. Well, truth be told, I got tired of the hangovers and my motto now is that I might drink, but I simply don't get drunk.

Going out and staying relatively sober is an eye opener! It irritates me now when people go out and get drunk just for the sake of getting drunk (you'd have to go out in London and see people getting mullered to understand just how irritating that can get).

I think it rather sad when these ancient crumpled up people are still out on the town, being all pretentious and getting trashed. Of course, they are welcome to party until they literally drop but I'm happy with my monthly night on the town with my colleagues!

Kathy said...

FatS....really enjoyed this one...
We used to get up the next morning and ask ourselves "Was it a shake or a gig".......We always headed out the evening before to a "gig".....but if it turned into a "shake'...ohhhh man.....
One night, many moons ago, things really started to shake...We were at a cottage on stilts down at Sandbridge....part of the floor caved in....slight delay....band moved to the deck....things continued....I look back at that now and can hardly believe that was me.....What is it "Hitch" said?..."I burned the candle at both ends, and oh, what a beautiful light it was."...or something like that...k

Barbara said...

I've read everything Capote's written and just finished Party of the Century. Surprsied me there were tidbits in there I had never read before.

Anyway.....yes, I was a party girl. Hmmmm. Back in the 60's we had tons of fun. I really can't imagine how I came out of the unscathed, but we all did. (We were laughing about it recently and commenting that our children don't seem to be having nearly the fun we did, nor are they laughing as much as we did. Each generation has their own problems to face.) And yes, there is this one photo...in an electric blue mini dress...with tin foil curls in my hair. I think we were having a "hippy" party. You're not going to see it. Sorry.

After my divorce, I raised three kids by myself so partying took a back seat. Waaaaaay back.

But times change, we age, can't handle as much as we used to. Parties I go to now are over by 10 at the latest; drinking is wine, if any at all. It's not that we still don't have fun....just a quieter kind of fun. On a recent trip to my old stomping grounds with my old buddies, I noticed not one the women was drinking and ditto nearly all the men. It's the medications one takes. Interesting?

Shelley said...

Perhaps it depends on the definition of 'partying'. Is it the excessive consumption of alcohol, the donning of extreme clothing, the being at the 'in place' or being seen at the 'in place'? In some respect, one might be considered too old as soon as they reach sane and sensible adulthood. Personally, I think I got too old to party when I craved being warm and comfortable more than being sexy. I can't remember when I was last impressed with how 'cool' someone else was, so perhaps I just don't get it anymore. Though Brits are known to drink far more than most Europeans, the stats indicate a sharp drop in alcohol consumption after 60. I suspect the hangover ceases to be worth it. I'm afraid I prefer my own fire and a good book these days...

Dumbwit Tellher said...

Another vote for 'you're never too old' Jg. But must agree one must do so at an older age with graciousness and class. But I refuse to believe that we when we become of a 'certain age' we are banned to the fireplace, with our warm milk and the latest issue of Senior Living. Nothing in life is more healing than love of friends, and a belly full of laughs, no matter where you gather & what you drink. I dislike being pigeonholed & I'm going out like Gloria Swanson. I do have a pic. & because those party days were few & extremely far between, I cherish it. I would of loved to have been @ Studio 54 with my pal Barbara Mangini! Cheers my dear Jg, xx