White House may turn gold
SO who’ll redecorate two floors of White House living quarters? It’ll be out with
Obama’s contemporary stuff, in with the more formal European gilded look. Louis XIV, or whatever number Louis was, he got Trumped by Donald and Mela
nia’s at-home gleaming gold furniture, covered with silk and satin brocade, for the wealthy behinds of their guests.
During pre-swearing-in interviews, they sat on Trump Tower chairs. Mrs. sent them for reupholstering. They’ve returned in a teal-blue with two cupids entwined on the back. I forgot to ask either of them but, supposedly, she said the pair of lovebird angels represented Donald and Melania.
And shove ballgowns and spike heels. Inaugurations require Dr. Scholl’s. Barricades and street closures, despite VIP credentials, allow cars just to a point. From there, walk. More walk. Then stand hours on concrete to access magnetometers. Trust me, our new president will outlast my old feet.
Bits & pieces
GIFTS. Many of us received Tiffany glass bowls etched with “Inauguration 2017.” And GOPer
Georgette Mosbacher sent all her friends the same red, white and blue spangled clutch bag. Mrs.
Woody Johnson (he’s our new envoy to Britain) carried it. GOSSIP. DJT phoned West Virginia’s freshly elected Gov. Jim Justice to volunteer help for his coal-producing state . . . NEW Jersey’s
Cory Booker, “who thinks he has a shot and is running so fast for president that he’s already out of breath,” in the next breath told CNN, “I am not open to being president” . . . A Democrat’s contribution mistakenly sent to the GOP also contained one of Hil
lary’s accidentally attached letters requesting another contribution.
Rest of US wants to know NYC
DISH. Thanks to our New Yorker president, out-of-towners (which I consider anything beyond the Lincoln Tunnel) are getting Manhattanized. Some asked about restaurants. They were told Eric Ripert, who’s been voted Best Chef, owns Le Bernardin. But they won’t seat you if you wear sneakers. And
Nino Selimaj’s Nino’s has a wall mural depicting its VIP patrons. In one corner, Hillary and Bill. Directly above their heads sits Trump.
TO those surprised by DJT’s ascension, be it known that years ago, many many years ago, when he bemoaned how things were being not bettered but destroyed by professional politicians — a group suggested he run for governor. Understand, this was many years ago. His answer then? “If I run, it will be for president.”
And where did President Trump hone his smarts? Only in New York, kids, only in New York.