I plucked and pillaged a number of books but I consumed the Hershey kisses, apples and candy canes on the spot.
Slides hurled images on the walls of the artist and various agreeable participants carrying on in the nude or the nearly nude, full-frontally slathering their bodies with thick, gooey substances.
One such just-shuttered cabaret evening, which will quickly be revived for three nights (June 25-7) has boldly popped up in an unlikely sophisticated nitery, Feinstein's at Loews Regency.
Salinger might be better off taking the view of James M. Cain, the author of several hot 1940s chart items. Cain, asked once how he felt about what Hollywood had done to his books, said, "Hollywood hasn't done anything to my books. There they all are, up on the shelf."
On the day after Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett went to their fabulous maker(s), The Breakfast Club kicked off its daily meeting with discussions of both departed celebs.
