The Scene: A cocktail party Monday night...

The Scene: A cocktail party Monday night for Pat Hackett, co-author (with the late Andy Warhol) of “Andy Warhol’s Party Book,” hosted by Interview magazine. His cookie jars may be sold off, but Andy’s party-animal alter ego lives on. Guests crowded City restaurant for the hip happening and chatted while the DJ (he was resplendent in a Prince Valiant do and a pink and purple psychedelic pantsuit) spun Captain and Tennille discs and other fave ‘70s tunes.

The Buzz: Casual mentions of your listing/photo in the book (extra points if you could cite the page) or your recent huge spread in the latest ish of the magazine; startled remarks about Richard Gere’s gray hair.

Who was there: Fun couple du jour Justine Bateman and Leif Garrett (in a Little Stephen Van Zandt bandanna); Lesley Ann Warren; Tony Perkins and Berry Berenson; Warhol protegee Pat Ast; Mary Woronov; artist Ed Moses; Interview editor Shelley Wranger and West Coast editor Lisa Love; political consultant-in-exile Pat Caddell, the Hollywood Kids; designer Gregory Poe; Richard Gere (“He’s wearing the same jacket that he’s pictured in in the book, I swear!” someone exclaimed); actress/performance artist Ann Magnuson, several Cornelia Guest look-alikes and Stella Gonzales, a 3-year-old Chinese pug.

Dress mode: Black, black and black, sprinkled with acid green; motorcycle jackets; “attitude” glasses with fake lenses (for that intellectual look); agents in floral power ties; models in minis; oversize plaid jackets; extremely tall people in hats; red lipstick.

The food: Tamales, oyster shooters, potato puffs, Cajun crayfish, marinated flank steak, carpaccio, tuna tartare, fudgy brownies, lemon tart cookies, chocolate chip cookies (was this the real reason for the abundance of RSVPs?).

Quoted: “Before the magazine,” author Hackett said, “I don’t think people understood how fun and what a nice person Andy was.”

Overheard: “Oh, you’re a novelist. Are you a tortured, sensitive novelist?” “No, I’m a tortured, in sensitive, self-absorbed novelist.”

It could only happen here: Making small talk with a complete stranger and realizing you have the same agent.

All eyes turned when: The desserts were finally brought out at 10.