My meeting with Donald Trump was past my bedtime — – Latest News
On the presidential menu
Magnificent Mar-a-Lago is bigger than most nations. More security than Putin’s household. Visitors arrive through a one-lane roadway. Two women test you in, which begets a chauffeured car, which results in a trolley, which ends at your lodging.
I overnighted there. My Australian good friend Anthony Pratt threw a small get together within the ballroom. Nothing elaborate. Just 600 of his shoppers and clients. Australian biggie Pratt Industries, the USA’s largest paper box producer, has 70 factories in our nation. A tossed Cracker Jack box goes to at least one of his mills — which prices $250 million to open — then turns into a paper box. So hug your U-Haul or Coca-Cola or Omaha container when your order arrives.
His vacation events are legendary. Last 12 months’s entertainer was Chris Rock. This 12 months my desk — with our mates Francine LeFrak and Rick Friedberg — I sat alongside Pratt. The star entertainer — Keith Urban. Everyone excited. Me, not. I needed some sleep. My power stage had bottomed out. Departure that morning for Anthony’s airplane — 7:30 a.m. To pack and do no matter I’d gotten to sleep at possibly 3. Wake-up time, 5:30. I was not what you’d call rested.
Then unpacking. Then dressing up. Then large cocktail get together beforehand. Then great steak dinner. Then speeches, videos, pictures, adverts, charming chitchat. Next up: Keith Urban. My lids have been shutting tighter than a redone Hollywood face. Not feeling A-1 to start with, I needed bedtime. So, escorted back to my Mar-a-Lago house and within the center of all the thrill, I went shortly fast asleep.
Just to inform you what a great eager reporter I’m: The most important face on the planet then entered the ballroom, got here on to our desk and requested “Cindy . . . where’s Cindy? . . . I’m looking for her.” Pratt subsequent instructed the sitting president of the United States of America, chief of the free world, Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces, and many others., and many others.: “She went to sleep.”
So, appears to be like to me prefer it’s doable I could have blown my future job as Secretary of State.
‘Barred’ politician
Jerry Nadler on the East Wing sports activities bar on 76th Street. High-top desk. Surrounded by chicken wings. Whispering loudly how he’ll personally decide his substitute (after first choosing his tooth). May the feathers not catch in his throat . . . Not that anybody requested, however these rattling Dems proved profitable Election Day. One exception. Nassau County.
Tick tock artist
Piaget making an attempt to get away with charging $78,000 for a Warhol tribute watch known as “Collage.” Measures when your quarter-hour are up. Limited 50 items. 18-carat yellow gold with “rare gem marquetry dial” whateverthehell that’s nevertheless it mirrors Warhol’s 1986 “Self-Portrait Collage.” On back is his engraved define of the unique art work and signature. Soup can’t included.
Foresee & sayeth
And from the late Gore Vidal, who was “related” to Al Gore: “Blood cousin. Gore is another word for blood. I don’t see any progressive movement coming from anywhere in the US. The country is locked up by corporate wealth. It’s a totally militarized society. No chance without the backing of corporate America. Whether a politician comes from money, insurance companies, pharmaceuticals, the AMA . . . The future is a question that has never been answered.”
Forget New York City’s miseries. The United States of America’s Congress has confirmed so unpredictable. In at present’s world you possibly can by no means know what pressing robust crippling drawback they’re completely not going to do something about. Meanwhile, I anticipate my future Croix de Grrrr to be offered by President Donald, which might be solely in Washington, DC, youngsters, solely in Washington, DC.
