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In this (time-delayed) Gawker Stalker: Mary-Kate and Ashley, Yoko and Sean, Jimmy Fallon, Adam from Average Joe, Carson Kressley, Ian Klauss, Jamie-Lynn and AJ DiScala, Michael Imperioli in the crapper, Ben Gazzara, Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg, Illeana Douglas and Moby, the report from Heather Graham's recent birthday party, Lou Reed, Michael Moore, Dean Faiello, and Alec Baldwin.

· Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen (the hyphen is the official accepted spelling, incidentally) have friends at one of NYU's Frehsmen dorms (Hayden, on Wash. Square Park). They're there pretty often. This last weekend I saw them there running around one of the floor hallways screaming and raising all kinds of hell. One of their anonymous blonde friends was shouting, "Look! It's Michelle Tanner, and she's on coke!!"

· I was in Barneys a few days ago and amidt all the shirtless ladies in the aisle trying on clothes too small for them, I came across Yoko Ono and Sean Lennon looking at ties. Yoko had a couple wrapped around her neck and was examining as Sean whined "But Mother, you don't wear ties." In which Yoko replied "Darling, in Europe I do." I then went over and stranged both of them — with a tie. (Only kidding.)
· Went to the movies with Jimmy Fallon last night (2/25). Walked out of the Loews Kips Bay theatre with him (sort of) knew it was him from the back because of his hair. Skinny guy, but a cutie. He was exiting as fast as he could without calling attention to himself, I think it worked fort he most part. He was with two other cute guys. They headed south down 2nd Ave. Decided not to follow. Interesting that he saw The Passion of The Christ on opening night in a packed theatre!
· Walked passed Adam from Average Joe a few weeks back...passed him on 37th and 3rd...I just called his name out to confirm my hunch.
· I just saw Carson, the style guy from Queer Eye, on 7th Ave in Chelsea (no suprise there) But I was really surprised by his bizarre, unstylish outfit - a big loose shirt with very, very baggy grey sweatpants, but cut straight-leg - not with elastic at the bottoms, thank God. Maybe he just came from the gym? Or maybe I don't know anything about fashion - but he looked really different than he does on the show.
· Ian Klauss dining with appeared to be his father and two older women last night @ Pastis. He seemed in really good spirits, but where was Chelsea?
· I just waited on Jamie-Lynn DiScala (nee Sigler) and her hot, oh-my-god-so-hot husband/manager AJ DiScala. Here's all I have to report. Every gay man and straight chick on staff was looking for reasons to go up to table and talk to him while he waited for her because he's so freakin' hot. Fortunately, I didn't need an excuse. He got her order via cell phone and ordered before she arrived and sat with her back to the restaurant. She didn't eat much, but her big strapping husband cleaned his plate. They tipped okay, but no great shakes.
· Saw Michael Imperioli from the sopranos last night at Edwards on W Broadway. he sat at the end of the bar most of the night with his friends and wore a baseball cap. people at the other end of the bar noted how much smaller he seems in person (what's new?). later, when i went to use the sole restroom, who should walk out but Mr Imperioli, smiling sheepishly. i thought for a second maybe he took a shit but when i got in there it was all clean (except for the standard sprinkles on the seat).
· Ben Gazzara heading south on Madison Ave. below 81st Street in a tweed coat, looking into the middle distance, walking a ridiculously tiny dog. Dachshund. Same size and bulgy eyes as a triploid carp. Wearing a handmade wooly sweater with tassles (the dog was).
· All Oprah has to do is mention something on her talk show, and the Oprah Army follows. I recently had dinner at Sette Mezzo restaurant on Manhattan's Upper East Side on a Saturday right after Oprah announced on the show that the place was her favorite. The 50-year-old phenom even brought in a camera crew to show her scarfing down pasta and truffles in the cozy little space. Imagine our surprise, when among the women who flew in from places such as Detroit to try their idols recommendation, sat a very casually dressed Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg. Ms. Kennedy, dressed in a red sweater, jeans and a ski vest, was joined by her husband, Edwin, and her daughter, Rose - who looks so much like grandmother Jacqueline that it takes one's breath away.
· A few little celeb sightings from the most recent Rene Risque show at Joe s Pub: During the performance Illeana Douglas got up on stage pretending to be an audience member offended by the politically incorrect song lyrics, and of course the omnipresent Moby was there he joined the band on guitar for two cover songs at the end of the show ( Feel Like Makin Love and Whole Lotta Love ) which got everyone on their feet. And finally as we were leaving my friend spotted former Talking Heads Tina Weymouth & Chris Frantz quietly huddled at a table.
· We were at Heather Graham's birthday party at Tokio in Hollywood Saturday night, since some new friends knew the DJ. (We're nobodies—just writers and stuff.) Outside, Ted Danson (with silver hair) and Mary Steenburgen (who's GORGEOUS; you can't tell onscreen), were chatting with some friends and smiling at people. Also outside because he couldn't get in was Liev Schreiber (Daytrippers, and, apparently, Kate & Leopold). He got into the party after we did, a scowl on his face, and I approached him to say hi, and hopefully something clever or charming, because he's one of maybe half a dozen people I have a silly crush on. He was chatting in a desultory manner with a guy he knew and I stood at his elbow waiting for a break in the conversation so as not to interrupt. I stood there with a pleasant smile on my face for maybe five minutes, maybe seven; he wouldn't acknowledge there was a person there. He wasn't on a date; he wasn't trying to have a meal in peace; he was in a nightclub, at a birthday party. He was a total dick, and it was mortifying, and I had to slink away. (I will not be approaching my remaining crushes—Luke or Owen Wilson or Ben Stiller—anytime soon.) Oh, and Jonathan Silverman (who was working the door) is much taller and better-looking than you'd expect. I didn't have much interest in trying to talk to him.
· Saw Lou Reed (minus Laurie Anderson) arriving for dinner at WD-50 on the LES Thursday night. His friend got a big man hug (extra back slaps). He looked a little better than usual — most of the time I see him around the city he looks like the undead, but this time he looked like one of the living, despite his ever-present gray (ne black?) parka and gray (also ne black?) jeans that usually highlight his ashen palor.
· Saw Michael Moore at a quarter to nine last night at the corner of 59th and Park. He and another guy were trying to hail a cab, about forty feet up the curb from some women who were there first. When a cab stopped, he pointed to the women up the block and told the cabbie to take them, since they'd been waiting longer. Nice of him! I asked him what he thought of the profile of him in the current New Yorker. He replied "I've been shooting all week, haven't had much time, and it's like twelve thousand words! Maybe I'll get to it this weekend." He then asked me what it said, so I then found myself in the odd position of summarizing a New Yorker profile to its subject. He thanked me, successfully hailed a cab, then sped off.
· I saw the Post at the drugstore here in DC and thought, "hey, that guy goes to my gym." Dean Faiello, the cement-mixing non-doctor. He used to go to Equinox at 63rd St regularly at night, where he'd groom a permanent stubble. His locker was a few over from mine. Haven't seen him for several months. Now I know why. Black boxer briefs, by the way.
· i was at cafe lalo on the upper west side late wednesday night and saw alec baldwin sitting in the back with a super skinny half-asian chick in her late 20s/early 30s, presumably his girlfriend since at one point they were clasping hands on the table. they made conversation with two girls at the table next to them over food or something. baldwin is kind of plump — wasn't he supposed to be losing 30 pounds for a role this spring? — but is very hot regardless, and don't let anybody tell you otherwise.

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