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Sep 20 2011
Knife Dreams: Partying With Michael Musto Comments (3)

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ForkOnTheLeft_Comps_Page_1 Had a blast with my buddy Jason last night at the party for Michael Musto's new book Fork on the Left, Knife in the Back (Vantage Point). I guess as I get to know more people and they get to know me, I'm less of a fly on the wall than one of the happy maggots feasting on the fame, quasi-fame and frivolity.

IMG_1999With the man who helped inspire my move to NYC 19 years ago!

IMG_1986A Russian doll, an Italian-American princess and a Countess go into a bar...

IMG_1995Murray Hill at the precipice of Dirty Martini

Michael's a New York institution, like the Empire State Building or that weird smell you keep telling tourists you don't notice. He's also a fabulously funny writer, and his new book has fresh stuff in it, making it a must-buy. (No, really, I must buy it—it wasn't given away for free at his party unlike the Bacardi.)

IMG_2094 I'd never been to the Copacabana on W. 47th, but I loved it. It felt like a throwback to the disco era—like 54, or maybe 47—and was oozing with cheesetastic outfits, semi-boldface names and genuine merriment. The love Musto engenders from certain circles is shocking considering his ability to cut a bitch with his words. He's embraced because he's unafraid to cut deserving bitches but is generous to those who haven't earned the scythe yet. He's authentic, and if his book is anywhere near as fun as this party was, you should check it out. (And not ...of the library.)

IMG_2013Fabulous detail

We arrived and ran into my friend Kenneth, who was waiting for artist and designer Scooter LaForge. They'd both turned on Madonna during (actually, before) HydrangeaGate but I have to stick with my gays even over my diva, so I was looking forward to chatting with them more later on. When I caught up with Scooter, he confessed that Madonna's response to HydrangeaGate had won him back. He met Madonna during the American Life era and said she'd been really nice, which is saying a lot since that was the era of, "I'm hot!"

Inside, the low lighting and kitschy decor helped to distract from the fact that most of us were dreaming we were 40 again, and the alcohol made quite a few of the attendees act like 20-year-olds. Mike Diamond, who doesn't need to have lighting on his side in order to make a splash, was interviewing as well as dancing with the kinda-stars.

IMG_2017The awkward moment when you both shriek, "I love your drag!"

IMG_1976Geri and I meshed well

My first celebrisighting was Geri Reischl, who dubs herself "Fake Jan"—she replaced Eve Plumb when Plumb refused to return for those godawful/gotta-love-'em Brady specials. She was decked out in the fishnets she'd worn at Chiller Theatre, when I first met her, and was traveling with her personal publicist/photographer. Nice chick! She'd apparently originally met Musto bar-hopping one night.

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IMG_1981Mike Diamond in a cheap setting

I met up with Joe of Joe.My.God. and also one of his most vitriolic commenters, World of Wonder's Wayne, who I hadn't realized was the dude sitting two down from me at yesterday's screening of The Strange History of Don't Ask, Don't Tell. Wayne was in Versace delecto and like me was roving about looking for good photo ops. He found some.

IMG_2052Does his smile give you an Eddie Rabon-er?

It was also a pleasure seeing Eddie Rabon, one of (one of???) Broadway's finest dancers. (And he dances well, too.) He was there with a friend, enjoying his last month or so as Mr. Gay U.S.A. I then spotted Paul Iacono from (the new) Fame and The Hard Times of R.J. Berger (on which he played a horse-hung nerd), but he was chowing down on the amazing food so I didn't want to give him indigestion by introducing myself over a meat course.

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IMG_2046 Then things got nuts when hostesses Countess LuAnn de Lesseps and Lisa Lampanelli arrived. The clusterfuck around these women and guest Jerry Springer was a nightmare! I mean, Downtown groupies with cameras were unselfconsciously elbowing me to get their shots. But it was unnecessary as all of the stars were beyond accessible and gracious, posing for like an hour, even when they got frighteningly cornered on the second floor.

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Sep 16 2011
Silver Screen: Visiting A Taping Of Anderson Comments (5)

Anderson-cooper-talk-show-08232011-07-430x335"Do I have to?"

This week, I was lucky enough to score an invite to a taping of Anderson Cooper's ratings-challenged (so far!) new talk show, Anderson. I met up with my Facebook friend Christopher at 8:30 a.m. at the Time Warner Center only to discover a rather meager line of audience members.

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1 As we discussed the seeming lack of interest, a well-heeled eccentric in her early fifties turned to us and began to exchange pleasantries and then unpleasantries about her storied life, everything from how her French diplomat pal had bailed on her that day to the fact that in the '90s she'd posed nude for a boyfriend who'd later e-mailed the photos to every studio head on what passed for the Internet back then. I was imagining a furious game of Pong being interrupted by an hours-to-DL jpeg of her poon. 

6a00d8341c630a53ef01539192c852970b-600wiPlenty of people want couch-time with A.C.

She wasn't so bad, but quite dominant, and considering I was meeting Christopher in person for the first time, we weren't really into chatting at length so eventually ditched her 9780749001667 when the line split in two different directions. But this was not before she railed against my worry that we may have to forfeit our cellphones to get in (we didn't). "In the old days, we didn't need them," she said firmly. Picture Brenda Vaccarro spiked with Jennifer O'Neill. "What if there were an emergency?" I countered. "If there's an emergency, you shouldn't be here," she shot back, obviously not understanding that emergencies are events that emerge out of nowhere and require urgent attention. A bit fatigued, I clarified: "I'm just saying that if a bomb goes off in this building, I want my cellphone to call my loved ones and find out what the fuck's going on." I'll never forget her reply:

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