Every year Out Magazine holds its enormous Out 100 gala that can only be described as “fabulous.” Fabulous people, fabulous entertainment, fabulous fabulousness. As an invitee, I’ll admit I was flattered and thrilled at the opportunity to show up and get a photo with the likes of Steve Grand or Debbie Harry, and be the envy of non-New Yorkers, non-fabulous people everywhere.
I wasn’t there.
Turns out, my date, a good friend, called me at about nine p.m., just as I was getting ready, with some troubling news. He’d been to the doctor that day and was told he might have cancer. Serious stuff. He actually apologized and told me to go ahead without him. Instead, we talked till about 11 p.m.
I wrote DJ: The Dog Who Rescued Me about a time in my life when I was rather unhappy. I’d just spent a year reveling in the attention I’d gotten from authoring a best-selling gay wedding book, and all the praise and parties and hot-list invites one gets from being a Random House author. Then the booked stopped selling, the people stopped calling, the agent didn’t answer his phone. No longer fabulous, I adopted a dog, DJ, and the rest is his story.
On Tuesday, November 12, I hosted a book party event at Elmo Lounge in New York, to celebrate the book and to spend time with friends and loved ones. (All photos by JJ Mack).
I had a great time, and I hope others did too. There were no go-go boys, no disc jockey, and no red carpet. There were gay people and straight people, and my dog, who’s had some health issues and needed to get permission from the vet to attend.
I wasn’t originally going to post this event for GuySpy, but then decided how important it is that we take the time to remember that life isn’t just about being number one on the hot list. You are your own hot list, and you create your own happiness.
Did I miss going to Out 100? Of course! Was it more important that I take care of my friends and keep perspective? I think we all know the answer to that question.
One of the joys of parties such as these is that it’s an excuse to see friends you’ve somehow neglected for ages. Like the two men, above… And the two men below.
And that a sweetheart like Sir Ari Gold won’t just donate a signed copy of his latest CD for a raffle, but also drop by for a squeeze. He really is the Love Guyd!
Of course, anytime this guy shows up, it’s always a tad fabulous….
… With a little bit of rock and roll thrown in, courtesy of The Smith’s Bassist, Andy Rourke.
And what would any party be without two texters smack in the middle of things…
Don’t worry: I made the cuties, Jean-Michael Somma and GuySpy’s own Jorge Gallegos, strike a pose! (below).
We sold some books, signed a bunch, I had a chance to see some great friends and meet some fascinating people, and then, when it all wrapped up, I took DJ home, walked him, and snuggled. I’m not sure who was more tired, him or me. I do know that, at the end of any day, the love we share with our animals is, in a word, fabulous.