I write this from a plane on the way to Santa Fe, New Mexico, where my birthday celebrations will continue for another week or so. I am having a fabulous time and recommend that everyone turn 50 at least once.
I am travelling with Tom and Mike who contributed so much to the fun of Saturday night. Tom took most of the photos, and Mike’s entire bloodline stopped by at one point or another to raise a glass and swap acidic remarks.
The party was on the terrace outside the Presidential suite at the JW Marriott hotel, just beside the White House in Washington DC. The terrace can seat 100 people, but we confined ourselves to a modest 27. P Weil and Spud Hughes flew in from London. Hansel brought Big Baby and Gretel had her niece Cinders and her friend Beauty in tow. The kids took advantage of the pool and jacuzzi and ate heartily of room service. Everyone else tucked into goats cheese salad, rack of lamb with cous cous and sorbet and cupcakes. There weren’t many takers for coffee.