And, while I'm quoting showtunes: "Oh what a beautiful mornin' ." It is crazy-glorious here today.
Even President Obama got the bat signal that the shite is going down in NYC and it's time to get one's ass here, and how can you not be as obsessed as everyone is with the Obama's date night? In the meantime, the Repubs are trying to figure out how much it cost the taxpayers. My fave pundit, Evelyn Cohen, points out that our great country paid the
bills for W to shlep to Crawford, Texas about every three days, and isn't that pretty much the same thing. Obama doesn't have a ranch in Texas so he goes to a Broadway show. Isn't this a similar deal where the Prez can do whatever the freak he wants?
The weekend in the Hamptons was a fantastic ramp-up to my birthday (tomorrow), with the Perskys kicking off celebrations as early as Friday. I can always count on the Perskys to kick it in for me, and they did so by not only serving deviled eggs (my fave) but Liza also made me
a red velvet cake. How'd I get so lucky?
The cocktail portion of the evening was put on hold for 20 minutes while I was on Air America with Lisa Birnbach, who was subbing for Ron Reagan. I loooove Lisa — so smart and funny and she reminds me of my friend Graciela. Anyway, Lisa had Caroline Manzo and I on to gab about the Housewives and I forgot to mention one of the great things that's come
out of the NJ Housewives: I am Facebook friends with Albie! What's more classic than that?