Underneath the soft and fuzzy exterior are creatures who battle with their own demons. They are sentient beings who yearn to "get their krunk on", crack a glow stick, and dance around their designer shoes. They are cats who love to party.
When I met Elaine Stritch, she was sober, and I was drunk. It was 1998 at a book party for Joan Collins at the bygone social X-ray hangout Mortimer's. At 30, I thought I was jaded when it came to bending elbows with the rich and famous. Until I saw Her.
With all the traditions that come with this time of year, there is one in particular that my friends and I have not celebrated since we started having kids and the holidays became all about them (thanks for ruining Christmas, kids).