For Rent: Empty Nest

January, 1989

Last night, I went to Nell's, the posh New York night spot, where I oozed and smarmed my way past many monolithic doormen and hundreds of the surging fashionable to get within ten feet of the stage. There I presumed upon the friendship of a poor girl who thought she would be having an entire chair to herself, sat on the two inches of hard wood she allotted me, waited through more than an hour of having my knees smashed and my lap sat on by strangers. And why?So I would be there at 2:30 A.M., whe...