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Life upon Broadway’s wicked stage revived Tuesday.
Tavern on the Green’s outdoor terrace — where the slogan “I Love New York” was born — fed and entertained 180 people. Tables, drinks, waitstaff and food for $40, $50, $60 and $90 — depending on your wallet.
Deciding Broadway needed a rebirth, showman Tony Marion first called Tavern’s Jim Caiola, then did his thing on social media, digital ticketing and sound and lighting designers.
Me: What if it rained?
Tony: “We’d reschedule.”
The night starred Ariana DeBose who was Donna Summer on Broadway and will be Anita in Steven Spielberg’s rejuiced “West Side Story.” That play — starring Rita Moreno — got born onstage in ’57, became a film in 1961 and now those Sharks and Jets with Ansel Elgort and DeBose reopen in a reopened movie house Dec. 10.
From the book “Super Pumped: The Battle for Uber,” all about this Uber-ride’s ride, comes the series, “Super Pumped.” Joseph Gordon-Levitt plays the eventually dumped founder … Fifty years after premiering, the Waltons are schlepping back to TV. It’s “The Waltons: Homecoming” with Richard Thomas, who starred as John-Boy, narrating . . . Michael Douglas and Kathleen Turner, of “War of the Roses,” reunited on “The Kominsky Method.” Turner had a cameo in Season 2 and will star in the upcoming Season 3.
He could run our town
“Our Town,” a longtime well-loved Upper East Side weekly, was started by very smart smartmouth Ed Kayatt. Lawyer Arlene Kayatt, who was his wife, still writes a biweekly column about our town. This is now the paper’s 50th anniversary. Among those who began his beginning at “Our Town” is one now running to be mayor of our town — Curtis Sliwa.
Memorial Day weekend. A lone bad thing is dealing with one of the worst words in the English language: houseguest. I do not do the Hamptons. I once had a place there. Forget it. I made the mistake of inviting a couple who thought weekends meant 12 days.
We had Postum, Ovaltine, tea, buttermilk, chocolate milk, half-and-half, Turkish coffee, Italian demitasse, Chock full o’Nuts, Maxwell House. He wanted Sanka.
The pillow we gave the husband came from this “My Pillow” guy who’s hustling on every TV station except a cable outlet in Australia. Like, who cares what a kangaroo sleeps on? But this houseguest wanted only a rubber pillow. Rubber. That’s like laying your head in a potty.
We took him to the ocean, he wanted a pool. Put him in a car, he wanted a bike. Sun? He prefers shade. Dinner was steak. He’s vegan. We poured wine. He drinks vermouth.
People who don’t curse should never even mouth that four-letter word “houseguest.”
One Memorial Day out east was so crowded that on its cockamamie one-lane road you could reach Amagansett only if you were born there. For a 10-minute breakfast at the Hampton Inn in Hampton Bays, one yenta waited 40 minutes. A waitress finally led this 35-ish woman to a table with: “You won’t like it here. This place is for young people.”
I never want another country house. I do not do ants, caterpillars or houseguests. But I join in loving the concept of Memorial Day. Patriotic songs such as “God Bless America,” “Grand Old Flag” and “America the Beautiful.” It makes you hark back to the glory days when we all pulled together instead of apart. It made you proud to be an American.
Sylvia: “I hear you’re not going to Paris this summer.”
Rhoda: “No. That was last year. This year we’re not going to Rome.”
Sylvia: “Vacationing locally, one thing you’ll learn is that the clean restrooms are always locked.”
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.
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