The ever-fabulous Di Anne Price is playing in the lobby of the Madison Hotel tonight. Kim Richardson is at the P&H. And that is that. As always, I really don t care what you do this week, because I don t even know you, and unless you are the friend who told me I was an arrogant (expletive) for writing this ending each week, I am sure I don t want to meet you. Besides, it s time for me to blow this dump and go grab the paper to read Dr. Gott. Hopefully someone will have written in that he has a constant lump in his throat and it will turn out to be another misguided testicle. One can only dream.
—T.S.
