The wrong end of David Bowie
I was at the rooftop birthday party of New York mag's gossip columnist Deborah Schoeneman on Saturday night.
Cocktails tasted like gasoline with a twist and beer cost about $560. But one thing I've noticed in the last few months is that when you're unemployed there's always someone offering to buy you a drink. It's delightful.
I was introduced to Rocco DeSpirito and he held my hand while he chatted up our friend Rob.
Rob: Do you bake bread?
Rocco [indignant]: Of course I bake bread. I'm a chef.
I think Rocco's in a rut. Is his TV show still on? Does he even have a restaurant anymore? Underneath a blazer and a blue and white striped button-down, Rocco was wearing a David Bowie T-shirt. You might feel neutral about that until I tell you that it was a concert T-shirt from the Glass Spider Tour.
