Occasionally, I d dive in to the mob, and, aside from marveling at the spread caviar, a roasted pig, crabcakes, ham, beef and oysters I enjoyed speaking with GQ s Art Cooper and Alan Richman, while taking good-natured guff from host Graydon Carter, who chastised me for bringing along a camera. Uh, Graydon, Mr. Fancy-Pants, that aces you out of this week s party pictures. Buchwald Not that the paparazzi weren t out in full force guests were almost blinded by all the flashbulbs popping, with celebrities posing patiently for 50 different publications. I did spot the ubiquitous Fran Lebowitz, and contemplated introducing myself to Art Buchwald, but thought the better of it since I never could stomach his column. You can only whore yourself so much.
Life goes on.
Early on, I did say hello to James Brady, the Hamptons denizen who s written a score of books, as well as contributing columns for Advertising Age, Crain s New York Business and Parade. But over time, I warmed up to Brady s Bunch in Ad Age, and never got around to giving jolly Jim a sound thumping. So I was taken aback when I rejoined D.D. and Mrs. M and there was Brady, fetching drinks for the two of them. That s deeply offensive. Beef up the financial pages.