Demi Moore, Tony Blair, Mr. Mayor
Scene and heard.
Community briefs.
Awash in diamonds, dresses and lapels, wealthy and fashionable philanthropists worked their weight in gold: in just one night, $1 million was raised for the Anti-Defamation League (ADL), which inspired 850 guests with the creed, \”Be the change you want to see in the world.\”
\”I\’m pretty much your classic disaffected Gen-X kind of gal. I have too many shoes, I work too hard, I\’m cynical, I\’m broke. So when it came time for me to immerse before my wedding, I figured I\’d bring some friends, we\’d hang out, I\’d get wet, we\’d go eat, and that would be the end of it.\”
\”Bitch, bastard, damn, s–t.\” Okay, her menschiness has never taken a traditional form. But the crowds roared. The performer was 2-year-old Sarah. The stage was our living room. The set was our father\’s lap on one of our giant round sponges — 1970s artsy chairs — in orange and beige stripes, upon the bright green carpet of our living room.
Circuit briefs.
Education briefs.