There are few pleasures in life that match that of hanging out late until the restaurant closes with circle of interesting folks, fine food and potent drinks. Especially when the subject is men and women.
We got loud.
It has been about two years since I headed out to one of Fleace's soirees. The last one was the infamous joint at the Friar's Club in Beverly Hills at which I met the proprietor of my ill-fated China Deal around the corner at the Peninsula. Of course it's not fair to blame the Blackweekly crew, who are a lovely bunch - one thing had nothing to do with the other, but it was a fateful night. So since I had a pile of extra time for carousing last weekend, I decided to change up the pace and raise up the class level of my indulgences. It was well worth it.
If you ever have the time, I highly recommend hanging out with the Fleace's peeps. See you at the pool party.
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