“Stormy Weather”
Ladies and gents,
Boy did this longtime Upper East Sider pick the wrong time to sign a lease on a spiffy pad in lower Manhattan. I haven’t felt this displaced since I caught my old roommate stealing cash from my underwear drawer and immediately moved out of our shared rental on Beverly Glen with just $750 in cash, a steamer truck full of clothing, and no game plan. I spent nearly three weeks living in Debbie Reynolds‘s pool house, but after causing a particularly embarrassing plumbing problem she made it clear that I had overstayed my welcome. So I found myself, quite literally, down and out in Beverly Hills. I spent the next month living in the backseat of my cherry red 1976 BMW 320 before I finally found a great apartment and a new roommate. That roommate ended up being Sandy Bridewell, “The Black Widow” herself, who was briefly in the Greater Los Angeles area between marriages and, well, we all know how that story ends. But she always paid her rent on time.
Now, decades later and on a different coast, I meet another Sandy with a destructive streak and once again find myself in need of shelter. As Oprah would say, I’m having a “full circle moment.”
I did make time for an ounce of glamour amidst the chaos by turning up for John Pizzarelli and Jessica Molaskey‘s opening night at the Café Carlyle on Wednesday. Their new show, “This Must Be The Place?”, is all about the meaning of the word “home.” What a timely and fitting theme to meditate on as our fair city struggles to regain her footing.
Tidbits from around town…
Caught a perfectly coiffed Chita Rivera stocking up on bottled water and canned salmon at Costco in Clifton, NJ.
Spotted Richard Kind on the Upper West Side Monday afternoon, just as Sandy’s winds were starting to whip, walking nonchalantly with friends past the massive and panicky throngs at Fairway.
Witnessed SPIDER-MAN Turn Off The Dark marketing guru Len Gill hopping into a cab – which were few and far between – just seconds after New York Magazine‘s Jesse Green hopped out.
Overheard Tony-winner Nikki James chatting with friends at Five Napkin Burger about surviving without electricity.
Saw longtime West Village resident Joel Grey checking into The Hudson Hotel with his adorable long-haired Chihuahua Miguelito. “Joel, were you evacuated too?” “Nope, but we’ve lost power. Frankly, I don’t mind the dark, but Miggy is addicted to The Food Network. And you’d be surprised by how many hotels in this town don’t get The Food Network.”
Stay safe, dear readers, and keep your loved ones close.
As always, a toast of something sparkling to you and yours!
Kisses,
