First a political party. December 21, winter solstice, and there are no candles, or bubbling drinks, or magic. Just veganism, and serious books, and people wearing pants.
Redemption at the friend’s party I stop at next, where people are much funnier and softer. A massive Yule tree, and gold leggings, and men who dance well. I was particularly impressed by the man in a red jumpsuit who seemed so genuinely happy, and told me every time he leaves his apartment he remembers Coco Channel’s intonation to edit one article from your outfit. I asked him what he had taken off. He said: “The necklace!”