TABLE WITH A VIEW
Ladies and gents,
Gore Vidal used to advise, “never pass up a chance to have sex or appear on television.” Well, I’ve had sex and been on television, and let me tell you a dinner invitation from Carole Shorenstein Hays bests them both! So, when I woke up to an email last week from Carole herself (“SCOOPY— Head Over Heels starting rehearsals next week. Hear the engine revving up — grrrrrr, grrrrr, grrrrr! Little celebration for the cast and creatives at my pad on weds eve …YOU HAVE TO EAT, SO EAT WITH US!“) I didn’t think twice before accepting.
So, there I was — seated across from my pal Cindy Adams, who was next to director Michael Mayer talking about fashion. I thought, “there she goes again, getting all the scoops,” and I decided to forget about trying to out-report the competition and just enjoy the evening.
The shindig was, as Carole indicated in her email, a celebration of the first week of rehearsals for the new Go-Go’s tuner, Head Over Heels. Mayer’s directing, and the show is heading to the Curran before opening on Broadway.
Other media types in attendance: New York Times’ Michael Paulson and CBS News’ Ramon Parkins. Other artistic types: the Head Over Heels cast, and its choreographer, Spencer Liff. Also: the typical PR and advertising riff raff, general management-world legends, Jeff Wilson and Wendy Orshan, and Head Over Heels producers Donovan Leitch and Christine Russell.
Dinner was sublime, as one would expect, culminating in a giant helping of apple pie a la mode. (Will they have to change that phrase if putting ice cream on pie ever goes out of fashion?)
My evening involved neither sex nor a television appearance, but it was pitch perfect nevertheless.
Tidbits from around town…
Caught … Katie Couric sipping tea while tapping away at her iPhone at a communal table at Le Pain Quotidien.
Overheard … Ad guru Drew Hodges showing legendary PR man from across the pond, Peter Brown, how to navigate the make-your-own-salad counter at Au Bon Pain.
Spotted … Strokes frontman Julian Casablancas (or a dead ringer) ordering an almond croissant at Choc-O-Pain in Hoboken.
As always, a toast of something sparkling to you and yours!
Kisses,
Scoop V.
