It’s out-and-about season
Holidays done, Hamptons done, schlepping around’s begun.
Bette Midler at Bergdorf’s didn’t know the bag area was closed. She thought she’s the only shopper . . . Liev Schreiber walking Sixth Avenue rehearsing a meeting and clutching papers . . . Roger Federer, nice suit, hitting no balls just the Lex and 53rd pavement . . . Caroline Kennedy, after doing the “Today” show, ignoring fans outside Rock Center.
Bill de Blasio alone on William Street sporting multicolored hair . . . Meera Gandhi did cocktails for UK’s former first lady Cherie Blair. Guests included husband Tony Blair . . . Joe Jonas at off-B’way’s Theater 555 to catch “Sesame Street: The Musical” with Elmo and Cookie Monster . . . Deputy Mayor Phil Banks cigar puffing at Club Macanudo.
A crowd crowding foot specialist Dr. Rock Positano. A musculoskeletal pandemic. All got galumphed playing pickleball . . . Sen. Kirsten Gillibrand breakfast-talking regularly at a hotel as vote time heats up. Tells how she brought NYC big money. For trees. It’s sort of a leaf-in . . . And from whatshisname Chaucer’s immortal words comes: “You’re never drinking alone if the dog is home.”
More bookish blah, blah
MELISSA DeRosa, former Cuomo aide who lied to me about her book, denied she’s writing it, did interviews how she’s not writing it, screamed I don’t know what I’m talking about when I announced she’s writing a book.
Now she’s calling even out-of-work reporters — begging them to lunch and coffee in hopes of a plug for this new non-book. Who’ll believe her? Trust her?
Pinocchio’s nose is shorter. Even her ex boss blows her off.
High-steaks meal
NEW York story: A chic VIP friend picked an unknown to me uptown East Side restaurant — early dinner because she’d just been in the hospital.
Her story: Alone, driving, a man jumping a red light crashed into the passenger side of her car. Totaled, it was hauled to wreckage. Police came. Ambulance came. The air bag slammed with such force that she ended up hospitalized.
At dinner she unfolded this story. We ordered drinks. The waiter brought the menu. Deep in accident details, we needed more time. He returned for our order. The restaurant might be jammed later, but 6 p.m. was nearly empty so we asked for another minute. In total we sat 15 minutes.
The owner then hollered at us, saying it’s a busy restaurant. People are coming. We can’t just sit there. Diners stared at us. And this boss, shouted at us to get out.
Basically, thrown out, we ended by having a great dinner at Tudor City Steakhouse.
New York, New York — I give it four ughs.
Odds and ends
WHEN DeSantis thought Disney became annoying, money switched from him, until DJT greeted antisemite liberals. That bread now probably goes to hungry hookers . . . News for newsman Ernie Anastos. Back on WPIX-TV in new syndicated “Positively America” show which will do burbles on the street plus celeb interviews . . . Nelson DeMille, age 80, his new novel “Blood Lines” is excellent . . . Andrew Cuomo in an expensive floor seat watching the Eagles’ NY farewell concert. Private elevator. Chatted with fans shaking their hands. One security guard. Nobody needed to intervene for nobody.
All only in New York, kids, only in New York.
