Ok, done. Prayers to bless our beloved country and support its president . . .
Romney’s concession speech was stunningly gracious. Less so his New York cashiers — many watching TV together — Ken Langone, The Donald, Randy Levine, Woody Johnson, Dolphins owner Steve Ross, Marlins owner Jeff Loria. And doing what now? Already . . . already . . . planning who how and when for 2016.
Qué pasa now with the Koch brothers, who knows. Probably putting money behind Honey Boo Boo for president.
ELECTION party of Irene and philanthropist Bernard Schwartz, developer of our military’s aerospace and satellite defense system:
NY Historical Society. Black-tie. Old campaign buttons like “Vote for Taft,” “Woodrow Wilson for President.” Red, white and blue balloons. Red, white and blue tables. Blue candles with stars, red- and white-striped candleholders. CDs of Dewey and Truman. Music: “New York, New York.” Huge TVs on. Orchestra played patriotic songs.
So greatly coordinated that lacking only were bunting napkins and mustard in Betsy Ross’ thimble. And so crowded, I couldn’t even thank our hosts.
Invitees crossed political lines. One lady told a Romneyite: “Obama wins, or I’ll destroy myself.” Last seen this healthy lady exited clutching a flag-emblazoned gift bag.
EVERY four years the other mustn’t-miss is Jan. 20, Hostess with the Mostest Buffy Cafritz’s Washington gala following the swearing-in. With co-host Vernon Jordan, Buffy’s done this since Lincoln. Formerly at the Mandarin, the now more economical Westin ballroom was reserved one year after Obama’s first election.
Among last time’s 391 guests, I remember Hillary sipped only ice water. With the Clintons, never the twain shall meet so she came ahead of her husband, quit early, and left him and Chelsea behind. Holding a seminar, Bill worked the crowd.
The party was to end 12:30. William Jefferson, last to leave, split at 1 a.m.
NEXT month George Washington’s 1798 letter on peace gets auctioned. In part, he handwrites: “No man is more zealously devoted to Peace and good understanding between two nations than I — nor more disposed to bury in oblivion animosities . . . Peace, with all the world is my sincere wish . . . and am persuaded it is the ardent desire of the Government. But there is a nation whose inter-meddling and restless disposition, and attempts to divide, distract and influence the measures of other countries that will not suffer us, I fear, to enjoy this blessing.”
On “consequences of our Arming, for self defense . . . we hope that the justice of our Cause if War must ensue will entitle us to [Providence’s] Protection.”
NONPOLITICAL life grinds on. Bloomie’s unveiled its holiday windows . . . Joe and Kevin Jonas feeding at Chelsea’s Il Bastardo . . . Tuesday Deena Cortese of “Jersey Shore” doing a Sandy benefit at Just Restaurant near the Jersey Shore . . . Mark Sanchez hit Smashburger, a burger joint also in Jersey . . . Everyone’s helping everyone. Wednesday Baccarat’s helping celebrate the French Heritage Society’s 30th anniversary . . . McCartney, Seinfeld, Elvis Costello helping the red carpet. They’ll decorate Tuesday’s premiere of the new film “Comes a Bright Day.”
WHETHER Rihanna knows Chris Brown has a roving eye or whether Chris Brown alone knows his eye roves, I don’t know. Remember his “Can you be in love with two women at the same time?” Rihanna’s keeping both her eyes on his both eyes. She sends him Instagrams. Flirty pix of herself. Not sexy or naked. Just flirty. Until she loses her cellphone camera, they’re solid.
BEGUN singing at 4, Adele, whose theme song is in 007’s new “Skyfall” job, is out with a biography called — who’dathunkit “Adele.” London childhood, usual challenges that threatened her career, usual garden-variety heartbreaks that threatened her heart, early-life “crisis,” “emotionally wrought” whatevers, prestage nerves and depressions. It’s an Overlook Press paperback.
COMING at us, Bette Midler’s onewoman show on Sue Mengers, Hollywood’s late hotshot agent who knew everyone’s secret about everyone . . . Thank you to Burt Young, whom I last saw when he made “Rocky” with Sylvester Stallone. Out of the blue he called to be sure Hurricane Sandy left me OK. I’m grateful. Thanks, Burt . . .
Washington once gave us voodoo economics. Let us now hope it doesn’t give us doo-doo economics.
SO this businessman’s voting. He needed photo ID. Addled with this current Board of Elections method, which smells of 14th-century Poland, instead of his driver’s license he mistakenly grabbed his black Amex card. They took it. Said “Thank you.” No questions asked. Last I heard his BMW was speeding back to reclaim it.
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.