Celebrity Touch
Target: Neve Campbell
Why: Because I thought she was a neo-soul (this
really isn’t a thing) bohemian groupie, only to realize she was the star of
Party of Five and recently revived her career with House of Cards (I know! I didn’t realize it was her either… that
skin! Crystalized baby spine. The only answer.)
Where: The W Hotel Times Square
How: Ok.
Look. I get it. I haven’t posted in a while. I was in a cryonic deep freeze. Get over it.
Anyway, what is important here is that I was in Times Square and I
wasn’t dressed like Spiderman creepily (yes, a word) fondling German tourists
for a buck… this time. I was actually
there to attend the after-party of my good friend Alan Cumming, who just wowed
the stiffs at Carnegie Hall with a high-steppin’ show surprisingly free of full
frontal male nudity. With Spice Rack on
my arm, I reluctantly found myself in a hotel bar. Like the kind typically reserved for people
whose most defined fashion choice is a lanyard and a low-heeled pump. I was three Aperol Spritzes deep, when The
Rack exclaimed there was a celebrity in our midst. Scanning the room, I saw
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