Every day is opening night.

“The Good Old American Dollar”

Ladies and gents,

As anyone who knows me knows, I can be foolish when it comes to money, and I have to fess up: I’ve overspent again this month.  So deep in the hole am I that when some poor con artist stole my identity last week, he called me up begging me to take it back.  My business manager/fitness coach has instructed me to find no cost past times so I’ve compiled a short list, which I will share with you as a public service.

1)   Go to Petrossian, sit at the bar, and order club soda in a champagne flute.

2)   Go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and decline their invitation to donate.

3) Get invited to a chic cocktail party, as I did the other night to fete the entirely British cast of King Charles III.  The tight knit ensemble showed up at 58 Gansevoort — the event space brought to us by Phil Winser of Fat Radish fame — and were met with a sea of burning candles (which apparently evoke the play itself) and buckets and buckets worth that most English of cocktails: gin and tonics.  Putting jet lag and a looming preview schedule aside, this managed to tie one on in high style.  The show, which begins performances next week, is shaping up to be a hot ticket, coming off of a smash hit run on the West End.

Tidbits from around town…

Overheard John McEnroe chatting with Graydon Carter at the Vanity Fair New Establishment Summit at San Francisco’s Yerba Buena Arts Center.

Spotted Sting and Trudie Styler seated with Ethan and Joel Cohen and Frances McDormand at the world premiere of Bridge of Spies at the New York Film Festival.

Caught Rosie O’Donnell helping an elderly man hail a taxi on 9th Avenue.

Ran into producers Paul Blake and Mike Bosner at DC’s famed Off The Record, where everyone goes to be “seen and not heard.”  They were in town for the Kennedy Center opening of Beautiful.  I’d tell you more but it was entirely off the record.

As always, a toast of something sparkling to you and yours!