A busy summer in the city
HERE is que pasa around the city.
Tony Bennett turned 96. Robert De Niro texted, sent videos and told her “I love you”. Stevie Wonder sent birthday stuff and said “If I Ruled the World” from his favorite song.
Former Senator Al D’Amato celebrated his 85th birthday at Oheka Castle on Long Island, where he celebrated his last (temporary) wedding, which I know because my table was next to Joe Burden’s then. For this birthday, Al showed off his photos at the gorgeous age of 65, plus an American flag cake was served, plus a banner spelling out his name in case the shot was taken.
Hotel Chelsea. Just reopened. For who knows why, they try to keep the place like “if you know it, you know it”. Julianne Moore knew it and in the room next to the bar was sipping a sip to let the bartenders know.
Amanda Serrano, MSG hero, MMA fighter, professional boxer and featherweight world champion, loved the sushi and the views from Peak to Hudson Yards. A tidbit being that Jake Paul was due to box at MSG this month. I was cancelled. His opponent couldn’t make the weight, which he might have had had he eaten at Peak.
Tracy Morgan. At the Qatar Airways Club at Barclays Center. Water drunk. Posed with fans. He wore a chain around his neck – thick as one would find in San Quentin – but gold.
Dive into adventure
Viggo Mortensen, Colin Farrell and director Ron Howard have just opened “Thirteen Lives”, the true story of this young Thai football team rescued from a flooded cave.
Ron: “In addition to those divers who showed courage and heroism, there were thousands of people in a massive international effort. And today, audiences can feel the authenticity. They double check things. Jump online. So everything should ring true.
“Viggo and Colin trained with real divers and then said to me, ‘Look, we have to do the diving ourselves. This specific technique of tight spaces and danger management is part of our characters. Look, it’s not just about saving 13 young players.
“Not only was it liberating for me as a director, it was fascinating.”
Las Vegas little timers and bigwigs
NYC mumbles about gambling remind me of an old Vegas junket. Chartered airliner. Pros, semi-pros, fun-loving amateurs, grumpy wives.
Once in flight, decks of cards appeared. Some were dealing with spilled purses. Mix on one turn. Shouts of “You should have grabbed the ace” screamed over Duluth.
The manager – Row 2 Seat A – identified the newcomers on a written credit scoring form. When asked who recommended them, responses like “Philadelphia Sol”. Beginners were warned: “When we come, you better play. This is why you are with us. Otherwise, next time it’s sayonara.
Each put a few thousand dollars on their specs and were told, “We’re in the pit all the time. We look at what newbies are doing. You can only be stuck once. And in 10 days we collect 90% of the markers. It’s a company. We know our customers.
On the way home, seat 22A exploded: “Eight to five, the lady in the toilet is still four minutes away.”
“Let’s go,” said a voice.
“A C grade says it’s raining tomorrow,” added.
From behind me came the growl: “You’re covered.”
VEGAS. Where to celebrate a blessed event is to get three sevens on the slot machine.
Only – maybe – soon – soon in New York, children, soon only in New York.
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