This just in from my good friend Michael D. in Philly:
"Saturday night we took my Mom out on the town in Manhattan. Limo, swanky dinner, "The Producers" Broadway show, and late night singing show tunes at a Marie's Crisis Cafe in Greenwich Village (I kid you not, your should have seen Jay belting out "Oklahoma" and ""Edelweiss"). Three cheers for Collette, you only turn 80 once. She was still partying at 2:30 a.m. Sunday.
Little Mike and I were chatting up Clare Danes at the bar about her triumphant turn in Terminator 3. "Clare, you are aging well, these are my very annoying brothers." "So lame," she agreed "let me buy you a drink."
Meanwhile, Paul was chatting up a gay couple who had taken in Mary Poppins that evening on Broadway. As Paul droned on about the quality of the singing, the man detected a slight Boston accent. "You're from Boston, you know Tom Brady was sitting next to us at Mary Poppins... and he spent the entire time passionately kissing a woman." "That bastard," said Paul, "he blew the Indy game because he had booked Poppins tickets with the hot supermodel." "I don't know about that," Paul's new friend said, "but he had really nice shoes."'
Mike, please send more stuff. Don't start your own blog or anything. Oh yeah, and Happy Birthday Collette! I hear 80 is the new 39. Any truth to that?
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