The grownups party I attended was an annual affair called the Loser’s Christmas. Hosted by a lifelong bachelor who happened to be the guy who signed my best friend to her first record deal, he was a friend to - and loved by - many people. Musicians , business people, artists. One year I chatted with Blondie’s drummer and a guy who designs rides for theme parks. Most were people without kids or without family nearby to spend the day with.
The host was Jewish and came from a somewhat troubled family. So this was his holiday, spent with his friends. He loved to see everybody having a good time. He held this party annually for over 20 years.
Sadly, last year he committed suicide - it shocked everyone who knew him, and we still suspect an adverse reaction to medication may have triggered it. There’s a giant sized hole in the hearts of all who knew him. I feel honored to have been included in that circle if only for a few times.
