Page Six Magazine reports that on Halloween, recently divorced actor Bill Murray showed up at a hipster loft party in East Williamsburg. He drank a few Modelo Especial beers, danced with the girls, and engaged in a conversation with the party’s host about how much they both enjoyed sweet potato casserole. Then one of the guests, somewhat tactlessly, approached the actor and said, “I think you’re making bad life choices.” Mr. Murray thanked the host and left.
Apparently, the youth of New York City have had several encounters of this sort with the actor; he seems to just sort of show up places. On Halloween, Mr. Murray was party-hopping with the dance pop band MGMT, whose show he attended earlier that evening at the Music Hall of Williamsburg. Earlier that month, Mr. Murray ventured out to the Half King, a Chelsea bar, where he befriended a few 22-year-olds, buying them bottles of champagne and promising to take them out for really good Mexican later in the week. At the end of the night, he walked the girls outside and hailed them a cab.
The magazine asserts that this kind of behavior is probably the result of his split from wife of 11 years, Jennifer Butler Murray. They even got a New York psychotherapist to weigh in: “After divorce, some men just want a whole new life. It sounds like a midlife crisis, but I don’t think it’s worrisome. After being married for a long time, sometimes men just like to have some fun and feel free,” said Rachel Moheban, the Manhattan psychotherapist.
But Mr. Murray’s eccentricity and flirtatious ways have always seemed to be part of his charm–though we can imagine that would be a kind of charm that’s difficult to be married to. After all, there is a reason Mrs. Butler Murray filed for divorce in May on the grounds of “adultery, addiction to marijuana and alcohol, abusive behavior, physical abuse, sexual addictions, and frequent abandonment.”
In September 2007, the Daily Transom encountered Mr. Murray at the 21 Club at the after-party for Wes Anderson‘s The Darjeeling Limited. He was seated at a table in the corner with a beautiful young Asian woman. Somewhere nearby, Leelee Sobieski was dancing in a gold floor-length gown. Actor Jason Schwartzman stopped by the table. For lack of having anything better to do, Mr. Murray was picking up wine corks scattered on the table from drunken bottles of Bordeaux and burning them in the flames of candles. He drew on the young woman’s face, giving her the look of severe eye-make-up and black lips. Then she would do the same thing to him. Occasional visitors to the table mostly seemed to respond with, “Oh that’s just Bill, isn’t he great?”