In a couple of months Bwana Bloomberg packs up all his cares and woes and epaulets and coronets. So, then, what’s with NYC’s Friskmissioner?
Since Ray Kelly hasn’t enough problems, next up he’ll mix it up with literary critics. Happens I already know our top cop already met with DC’s top rep. He sealed the deal with Washington, DC, lawyer/agent Bob Barnett, a money wrangler who’s scored millions for authors like Bill and Hill, Laura and George, Petraeus the upstanding general, Tony Blair and Barack Obummer. We’re talking top advances for a book. We’re thinking maybe a large influx of dollars might open Kelly’s zipped lips. Oy, has Ray got stuff to tell.
Judge Judy officiates grandson’s lavish wedding
Saturday Judge Judy and Judge Jerry Sheindlin married grandson Casey to bride Olivia. 150 family guests. For multiple rooms including an after-party, events planner Lawrence Scott tented grounds and pool in pleats. Priceless chandeliers, artifacts, silver candelabra, life-size bronze horses held Murano lamps. Scott’s staff — 50 on the floor, 25 in back, eight chefs, orchestra, singers and an army of alchemists installed air conditioners, lights, floors painted in designs.
Monday, refrigerated trucks and gear built three kitchens for 180 filet mignons, more lobsters than in Maine, large shrimp, six to a pound, which, said Scott, “look like they’re injected with steroids.” Fruit filled a wooden trough large enough for a cavalry unit. China, Bernardaud and Versace. Glasses, Baccarat. Lawrence Scott Events does world-famous itsy gatherings. A Sweet 16 for seven kids in your attic? Forget Larry. For what Judges Judy and Jerry made as civil servants, call him.
P.S. Larry Scott even sprayed the glorious surrounding bushes with green paint.
Summer fur?
Fashion Week’s kickoff lunch corralled classy shmatta/glamour socialites like Aerin Lauder, Judith Ripka, Hilary Swank, Martha Stewart. How classy? This 84-degree day, Jean Shafiroff, a charity type hoo-hah I’ve never seen before, wore white fur. OK? . . . Selena Gomez’s “Getaway” got away. Earned zero plus lousy reviews, but tough p.r. rules: She’s untouchable, unreachable, questions in advance, no private interviews. Fine. Her movie bombed.
Huma Abedin missing from Weiner campaign trail
Notice Mrs. Deeply in Love Happily Married Anthony Weiner is nowhere on the campaign trail? De Blasio’s family except for grandma is on TV. Christine Quinn ’s partner is giving interviews. Catsimatidis’ blond wife and daughter are stumping. Mrs. John Liu’s feeding the hungry and unwashed. Both George McDonalds are everywhere together but the men’s room.
Mme. Huma Abedin Weiner? No place. No accident. It’s been discussed at home. Rehashed over the kitchen table or wherever he’s dressed. Maybe she discovered maybe things maybe she didn’t maybe even know about him before maybe. Maybe. I only know glued right now to Mister Piggy she isn’t.
Odds & ends
So goombah Steve Schirripa during the Jewish High Holy Days? Inhaling pizza at Harry’s Italian on Murray Street . . . After back surgery and rest in Italy, Sirio Maccioni of Le Cirque, Sirio and Circo is back in Le Cirque, Sirio and Circo. . . . In the ’60s, Neil Sedaka sold 25 million records. Rich Podolsky’s book with Elton John’s foreword, “Neil Sedaka: Rock ’n’ Roll Survivor: The Inside Story of His Incredible Comeback” is out this week.
Audiologist Dr. Kevin O’Flaherty has sharpened famous ears from A — for the late Brooke Astor to some well-known Z-named East Sider. Recently, a fiance came in and complained, “I don’t need a hearing aid.” The betrothed replied: “Yes, you do. I know it. Because when I talk dirty, you never respond.”
And for a first in his 40-year practice, a young lady’s question: “When I’m Doing It, should I take the hearing aid out or leave it in?”
O’Flaherty: “Depends on what you’d like. You want to feel it or hear it?”
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.