The former Leader-of-the-Free-World tells New York Magazine this week that lately heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s found himself taking on a new roleÃ¢â‚¬â€Ã¢â‚¬Å“Westchester caseworkerÃ¢â‚¬? for his wifeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s constituents here in the county. Ã¢â‚¬Å“People come up to me all the time and say, Ã¢â‚¬ËœWhereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s my Social Security check?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢Ã¢â‚¬? the Chappaqua resident says (with Ã¢â‚¬Å“a twinkle in his eye,Ã¢â‚¬? according to the magazine).
One could assume this is all practice for his (potential) future career as First Gentleman of the Country (or at the very least as his wifeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s campaigner-in-chief), but while heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s at it letÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s take advantage. Bill, is there anything you can do about traffic on 287?
Much as we’d like to, you can’t make up stuff this good. The New York Times’ Empire Zone blog reports that Chelsea Clinton couldn’t vote for her Chappaqua mom yesterday because when she arrived at her West 20th Street polling place, her name wasn’t on the voter rolls.
Luckily, they did have her on the books at Fort Clinton, in Central Park … although that meant she could only vote in the 1812 election for another of her namesakes, Vice Presidential candidate George Clinton. Instead she simply opted to write in Borat.
Hi this is Robert De Niro. You might remember me from such films as “WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re No Angels” and “Showtime,” but today I’m talking about something seriousÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s possible that at some point in the next week youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll check your messages and The Taxi Driver himself will have called. De Niro Ã¢â‚¬â€œalong with Tony BennettÃ¢â‚¬â€is stumping for ChappaquaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Hillary Clinton in her Senate reelection bid and a number of local residents have reported getting a call from him asking for their support.
The junior Senator from New York turned 59 yesterday. We were going to get her a gift certificate to Elizabeth Arden, but it probably would have gotten lost in the mix after her birthday-fundraiser bash at Tavern on the Green, which raised over $1 million, according to The Post. Anybody know what kind of cake they had?
Pirro tells New York Magazine: Ã¢â‚¬Å“I love to entertain.Ã¢â‚¬?
Ã¢â‚¬Å“And they had just the spot,Ã¢â‚¬? reports Steve Fishman. Their $5 million mansion was built to resemble a Venetian palazzo. Ã¢â‚¬Å“TheyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d toured marble factories in Italy, selecting their favorites for the floors, for the stairs. Ã¢â‚¬ËœItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s marble on marble,Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ says one friend. Two Vietnamese potbellied pigs, Homer and Wilbur, got their own small house out back, penned by an elaborate wrought-iron grill. (One visitor figured it was the servantsÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ quarters. The help, though, slept downstairs, near the exercise studio where Jeanine could sometimes be found before dawn.)
The article continues: Ã¢â‚¬Å“The Pirros held lots of parties. Ã¢â‚¬ËœA lot of dancing. A lot of entertaining,Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ says Jeanine. They hosted theme nights. Cowboy night, Mexican night. One friend remembers spotting the district attorney at the top of a marble staircase in four-inch Manolos and bustier. Ã¢â‚¬ËœIf youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got Ã¢â‚¬â„¢em, flaunt Ã¢â‚¬â„¢em like diamonds,Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ Jeanine explained.Ã¢â‚¬?
What is there to say about Al Pirro? Sent to jail for alleged tax fraud, fathered a child out of wedlock, received multiple speeding tickets, married to a media star whose almost comically awful run for Attorney General has thrust him into the spotlightÃ¢â‚¬â€Al Pirro is like some tragic anti-hero from a Tolstoy novel.
In this weekÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s New York Magazine, Al gets surprisingly candid.
So consider today Pirro-palooza at Suburbarazzi. First, some highlights after the jump: