Oh, Dear
posted by Amanda Von Stuckel
Back from lunch at Valebellas! and what a scene. What had been a lively, fun luncheon break descended into pandemonium when news hit that the bailout bill had flopped and the Dow was going down, down down. Dickie Fuld was the only one laughing - when your stock shares are trading at 30 cents, do you really care? Dickie doesn't, obviously.
Mel Gibson, just arrived from his spread at Malibu Colony, was eating with Ronnie Howard. Salad only for Mel - hope that was a non-alcoholic beer, buster - and a full 1 lb steak that only Manny V. can prepare so well, for Mr. Howard. Mel was going on and on, whining about being unable to sell his $35,000,000 hunk of plaster and timber on Old Mill Road, all while the real people of this town, the financial tycoons who have supported our charities, built our hospitals and made sure our private schools are the very, very best in the country were watching Bloomberg, mouths open, while their fortunes evaporated. I finally couldn't stand it any longer and I came over to Mel's table and shouted, "for cris'sake, Mel, get off the friggin' cross - we need the wood!"

Mel didn't think it was funny but Ronnie did. I do love that adorable little scamp!
More later,
Amanda