I feel somehow comforted that I am in New York City on the day of Elaine Kaufman’s death. This is where she lived — AND, OH, HOW SHE FUCKING LIVED! — and today, at the age of 81, died.
Oddly enough, several hours before I got the email telling me she had passed, we were out sashaying the city and I mentioned to Gregory that I really wanted to go to Elaine’s this evening…but since he wasn’t feeling well, we came home to the East Village so he could rest and get better.
So, I will instead go tomorrow to say goodbye to that awesome old broad in the manner which would have undoubtedly pleased her the very most: By eating an infamously not-so-amazing meal…at her infamously OH-SO-AMAZING joint.
Save us a spot at table 4, Miss Elaine.