fromthemouthofmoi

To Robert DeNiro: "Why does this steak have so much pepper?" (I was young. I'd never had steak au poivre before). To Bert Padell: "Burt who?" Over the inter office telephone. I was new at the job and was harassed about not asking for last names of callers. He screamed so loud into the phone that I was unable to catch his last name so I said: I'm sorry could you repeat that? I didn't catch your name. I did this about five more times because I couldn't remember his name and his office was about a quarter of a mile away from my desk and I'd never seen him. Burt was The Boss. I was working for Seymour & Strauss, a sub-division of Padell Nadell. Two minutes later Burt was at my desk screaming about the idiot that didn't know who he was, thus forcing him to leave his office for a face to face. After that Burt began calling my line specifically. All I can tell you is that he would call, whisper into the phone and begin to tell me the mos...

I was picked up in a limo after work and taken to The Old Homestead Steakhouse over in the Meat Packing District/Chelsea. Herbert Khaury was performing. He had sent the limo. I was going to be 'Queen For A Day'. The limo looked something like this: The driver was an old friend of Khaury's from way back who had once been a NYPO, now retired, and who at the time had trouble walking. His name was Colonel Something or Another. I can't remember. He's dead now. He was married to a Filipino woman and had lots of kids. When I arrived at that shiny, beefy steakhouse, I was taken to a private room, away from patrons, where an array of randomness sat.  I was seated at a table and instructed to order what I wanted. This was a pricey joint and me not knowing what the plans were, I chose the least expensive.  Darlings, Tiny never struck me as rolling in the dough; and I'm a lady who likes to keep friends. I ate, I drank, I schmoozed. I sat through music set...