Mo Veggiez Less Problemz (at Iovine Brothers Produce)
Check me out in the background fixing me hair between 0:22-0:32, then I disappear off into the shadows.
(Source: youtube.com)
“Today our staff gathered in the lobby to offer well wishes to the one-and-only Elaine Stritch as she checked out of The Carlyle to move back to her home state of Michigan.”
Our Managing Director Giovanni Beretta said it best, “since Elaine Stritch moved into The Carlyle over ten years ago, she has become a beloved member of our family and one of our biggest supporters. We will greatly miss her vibrant and witty personality.”
(Source: facebook.com)
Some pictures from “Elaine Stritch: Shoot Me” Premiere & After Party.
I just sat on the same couch as Bernadette Peters at an after party
And I think she caught me looking down her shirt…
at her 65 year old chest HOW IS SHE HAT OLD SHES A BABE Bernadette Peters
I’m kind of a big deal. 🎩 (at Tribeca Film Festival 2013)
Shit. They found me out.
It’s strange to find out about the death of your former boss from the Trending Now list on Yahoo. I used to work for this mountain of a man. I’m shocked at how sad this makes me, considering I’ve been expecting it. He was 96 and dying from a broken heart after his beloved wife of 74 years, Irena, died in August at the age of 95. He was the most brilliant, unintentionally funny and intentionally terrifying man I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. It was an honor working for someone who changed history. I would get the worst anxiety when preparing to call him on the phone (His strong accent, advanced age, and my distaste for talking to anybody on the phone was the worst mixture) but it was always worth it.
RIP Dr. Koprowski
(Source: The Huffington Post)
Get a load of this beautiful gal singing this beautiful song.
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Went to Elaine Stritch’s last show at the Carlyle Hotel & New York City (most likely last show ever, in general) last night. It’s certainly the end of an era. The night was packed with all of my favorite things: Elaine, whiskey, jokes, a few songs, GREAT stories (including a Phyllis Diller one), pretending to be rich, and a terrific pen I stole from the hotel after paying my bill. It was the most proper of goodbyes.
