Arnold ran. P. Diddy is running. John Stamos is starting a run. Diane Sawyer’s tape was running. My nose was running.
The New York City marathon has gained a celebrity amidst their runners and it is none other than Gotham’s bad boy done good, P. Diddy. The man behind
Da Band has been preparing for his November run by taking to the pavement in Central Park. And no matter if he finishes first or last, all the money P. raises will go to various children’s
charities. Now that’s a run for the money.
Also being charitable and in Central Park, The Dave Matthews Bands did a little something to raise some cash for music programs for NYC school kids:
they played to 70,000 fans in the park. Sponsored by AOL, the show raised $1 million. “So nice to run into you in the park here, the greatest park in the world, and the greatest city in
world,” Matthews said to his cheering audience.
On the other coast, another celeb is doing a different type of running. It’s Arnold and, well, you’ve heard the news. Groping?
Back on the East, on Broadway to be exact, still sexy John Stamos has replaced sexy Antonio Banderas in the play Nine. Can’t we have a play that stars
both dark-haired hotties? Banderas’ wife, the very blonde Melanie Griffith, also finished her reign as Roxy in the theatre performance of Chicago.
At Olives inside the W Hotel in Union Square last week, Britney Spears was swapping stories (not spit) with Diane Sawyer for an upcoming interview.
Britney’s been spending some time in her East Village apartment. The pop princess was seen partying at Studio 54 as well.
And me, not a singing pop star and not someone who swaps spit all over town, I came down with a nasty bout of laryngitis complete with sore throat and
the worst cold symptoms the onset of Fall can bring. Although I enjoyed my new raspy voice, it hurt to talk. My friend Kathleen called it “a Hollywood sickness.” Does that make it good or
bad?
Despite my runny nose, I was out on the town. Celebrating party girl and fashion maven Leila’s birthday, a couple of dozen friends enjoyed the open
bar (thanks to Leila’s brother Bijan) and great music at Mugsy’s on Second and Second. There was even a dance off, and after some spilled drinks and a nearly broken coffee table it was
last call. So on someone’s suggestion, those still around headed next door to The Hole. The name suits it well because it was. The Osbourne’s unwanted houseguest Jason Dill was there
acting as DJ and, despite the smoking ban, people were lighting up (but this I’m sure wasn’t the only illegal activity going on). Supposedly The Hole is a gay bar, and one of my guy
friend’s who shall remain nameless to protect his straight innocence was accosted inside the men’s room. We ran out of there shortly after.
Uptown, Sean Penn, Naomi Watts, and Lars Ulrich of Metallica drank last-call cocktails at Rande Gerber’s (Mr. Cindy Crawford) Whiskey Park. Also
enjoying a late night barhopping was The Strokes singer Julian Casablancas. The much slimmer baby-faced cutie was seen getting carded at Hog Pit on 9th Ave. and 13th
Street at 3 o’clock in the morning. His band is on the verge of their highly anticipated second release titled Room On Fire. I’ll be running to get it.
