All civilization knows Princess Beatrice, daughter of dandy randy handy bandy Prince Andy, of whom we and Ghislaine won’t speak, just married businessman Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi on Windsor’s Royal Lodge grounds. Because of the coronavirus, not Andrew, only 20 guests including Her Majesty.
The wedding bouquet contained myrtle. In 1840, when Queen Victoria married Albert, his grandma presented a myrtle shrub. Her Maj replanted that at home. When their daughter married in 1858, Mummy handed her a sentimental sprig. The tradition endures. All subsequent royal wedding bouquets contain myrtle.
Jill Brooke, former Post columnist, knew this, plus she knows that myrtle means loyalty, faithfulness and good luck.
Whoever speaks flowers should hear the bride also wanted Sweet Avalanche roses. The groom, white scented Norma Jean roses. What tradition that is, who knows — but on quickie two-week notice, Rob Van Helden’s RVH Floral Design found it.
Please try to pay attention …
Also coming up roses is another former columnist. Joanna Molloy. She’s co-authored “The Greatest Beer Run Ever: A Memoir of Friendship, Loyalty, and War.” The book’s about coming from Manhattan’s streets to the Vietnam jungles. Maybe the sequel’s about coming back from Vietnam’s streets to the Manhattan jungles …
Not maybe coming up roses is Lifetime’s docuthing “Surviving Jeffrey Epstein.” It follows Emmy-nominated “Surviving R. Kelly.” May we only survive these survivals. It’s two nights, four hours, Aug. 9 and 10, one year after Epstein’s bye-bye …
Remember 1978’s “Grease”? It’s getting a prequel, detailing details of when Sandy (Olivia Newton-John) and Danny (John Travolta) didn’t yet go together like rama-lama-dinga-dong …
Warner Bros. and Christopher Nolan’s “Tenet,” first biggie to rejuice theaters, was to open July 17. Then July 31. Then Aug. 12. Now no date at all. Maybe overseas first. Plus maybe not every state in the USA. Waiting with bated breath are the film industry, the theaters, the candy sellers, the candy eaters.
Gold water to plain soda
The 1964 Republican convention. The Cow Palace. San Francisco. Moderate Nelson Rockefeller versus conservative Barry Goldwater. Goldwater got nominated. Rockefeller got boo’d.
Goldwater delegates counted on the silent majority and produced 40,000 cans of soda labeled Gold Water. His slogan: “In your heart, you know he’s right.”
The people elected Democrat Lyndon B. Johnson. After Goldwater’s defeat, nobody knew what to do with the cans of soda. So they pasted a label on each that read “In your heart, you know it’s ginger ale.”
We used to dine out
Having not been to a restaurant in what seems like forever, we have to resort to memories.
Some old cold dishes come up. Like when the Boston Globe reported waiters remember George Clooney, filming “The Perfect Storm,” eating at Italian restaurant L’Amante. The chef refused his request for ketchup to go with its risotto. And co-star Mark Wahlberg went unnoticed by customers when he posed as a bouncer checking IDs at Crow’s Nest bar. You can find a photo of Clooney and Wahlberg posing at the bar if you’re Pinterested.
“My ex-boyfriend got expelled from Alcoholics Anonymous. They gave him the 12-step program — and he fell down every one of them.”
Only in New York, kids, only in the new New York.
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