It was like being back to the future (or knocking on heaven's door?) as Sydney's Double Bay believers celebrated the re-opening of a meeting and munching institution.
The Cosmopolitan was an epicentre. It was always the hang-out for quite the power pack - Packer, Rivkin et al - but in amongst the constant closings and openings of venues in Double Bay, the Cosmo suffered a mild deprivation/irrelevance/old school stroke.
Well, it is now back with its signature outdoor, stare-at-me area and a very cosy indoor restaurant and bar that looks nicely refreshed. Bit like some of the guests faces, really.
Looking just a tiny bit frayed around the edges (some of the guests not the schmick-looking venue) there were smiles that looked like they belonged to people I once knew. There were also people who I thought had already passed on . . .
There was Maria Venuti (whose hair, make-up, jewels and breasts appear to be getting more pronounced and says she's doing a gig at the Cosmo on May 1) and there was Ita Buttrose and niece Lizzie Buttrose, both putting brave and solid faces since the conviction of their beloved family member, Richie, for cocaine crimes.
"We've been keeping a very low profile over the last few months,'' Lizzie confided. As you would.
The was the infamous PI, Frank Monte (in a red shirt and black jacket) standing with a tres pretty blonde that I am sure was a hairdresser I used to know and there was the author and now therapist, Alexandra Joel and her husband, the publisher Philip Mason.
The Moet magnums were flowing as was the seriously delish bar food as faces like Jane Ferguson and John Scott and Jai Evans and Sonya Vidic and Paul Joseph and the eye-patched snapper, Bill Rankin
and his fellow snapper, Jon Lindsay took in the Cosmo digs .
Yep, 'twas a heady night indeed . . . .
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