We spent most of April flying back and forth from London where we were hosting the Soho Honey Club's Monday night parties at The Player. SHC is an industry club and the turnout was a who's who of our favorite drinkers. Kevin, Rich, Esther, and the rest of the Player bartenders were shaking fabulous cocktails, while we got to schmooze with Peter Dorelli, Henry Besant and Dre Masso, Charlotte Voisey, John Gakaru, Blaso, and so many more.

Great embarrassing moment:

This one didn't happen at Player, but I met the central figure in the story there so I'm going to tell it here. It happened at the Theme Magazine Bar Awards dinner in June. I'm sitting with Anistatia and Audrey Saunders of Pegu. There's an open seat to my right. Drunk person spots the open seat and we get talking. He grabs a bottle of water (a sensible choice in his condition) with his left hand. Then he notices  someone to his right needs more wine. Being a chivalrous drunk he stands up, grabs a bottle of wine with his right hand and pours--wine with his right hand into the person's glass, and water with his left hand into my lap.

It was a direct hit. Not to the right or left, but square onto my light colored khakis, that now had a huge dark liquid pattern--one usually reserved for people who have already passed out. I tug my napkin over it, but I can't exactly blot it. Yeah, that would look great!

Drunk person didn't notice at all, though he gives me an odd look as I fiddle with my napkin. Then he drifts off.