[written last night]
Tonight was Judy Collins’ opening night at the Café Carlyle, and it was a wonderful show. The cafe is actually a very small room, with barely enough space for the piano. All of the songs we knew, and she did sing a few that she did not write, one by Harry Chapin and also Amazing Grace. The room was packed, with a reviewer and several almost-familiar faces. One woman I did recognize was Erica Jong, who was sitting right behind our friend who was sitting across the table rom us.
So it was a lovely evening, and through judicious food management on my part, I did not feel sick once. Now I’d like to eat, but it’s too late, and I would rather sleep.
white pebble 