Hey Kids

Hey Kids,

I have been in a blog funk....I have so much going on my little fingers can't make it to the keyboard...Plus I dropped a dirty Martini on my keyboard after I thought Danny was going to stop blogging. Berna had to run out for a new one. The damn thing stopped working.

I'm attending the press preview for "Threepenny Opera". I am very excited but for the fact that it is at Studio 54. I always get a little nostalgic and sad when I go to that place. The sex, the drugs, the fondling of my breasts... Neil Sedaka... Disco Sally, I miss that old bitch... Rodney and I were the main attraction for a few weeks like everyone else. 54 was if your hot your hot but if you weren't that week you didn't get asked to go the basement. I really didn't care, I broke 2 heels down in that damn basement.

I'll never forget the night Sammy Davis's glass eye fell out.

There I was on the floor with Andy Warhol, Bianca Jagger, Goldie hawn(her pussy stunk)and Halston. It was nasty, people would just lose their shit down there, literally, too much laxative in the cocaine. It was not the type of floor to be kneeling on unless Mick and the boys were there. Bianca used to pay people to get it off with Mick so she wouldn't have to.

Of course I'm the one who found it and had to run upstairs and wash it off, gross. I went back downstairs and Truman Capote was trying to stick his finger in sammy's socket.... mmmm he was a pig. Thankfully Bob Denver stuck it back in, Ya know Gilligan.

You see why I get a little freaked.. It was not all Glamour at 54. it also lended to the demise of my marriage. Hopefully the ghosts of the past will keep there distance and I can enjoy the show.

I will let you all know how it was.

Kisses,MargOH!