Dorothy Parker
An Ode to Dorothy Parker
Dec/11/2006
After
a century in business, midnight comes easy to the
Algonquin Hotel in Manhattan’s midtown. For a spirits
writer finishing a research quest, the quiet elegance
of the place offers only slightly less comfort than
the sanctuary typically afforded by certain statutes
of limitation.
Of course, my thoughts turn to the great spirits writer Dottie Parker. I can call her “Dottie” because after a night of research, I’m finally in love. She greets me at the plaque on my door: “I don’t care what anybody says about me as long as it isn’t true.”
You’d love my column, I mutter. (The Imbiber prides himself on inaccuracy).To read the rest click here...
Of course, my thoughts turn to the great spirits writer Dottie Parker. I can call her “Dottie” because after a night of research, I’m finally in love. She greets me at the plaque on my door: “I don’t care what anybody says about me as long as it isn’t true.”
You’d love my column, I mutter. (The Imbiber prides himself on inaccuracy).To read the rest click here...
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