Which undeniably talented artist (of a race La Cieca affects to despise) had to be shushed repeatedly during a recent Metropolitan Opera performance because he was loudly laughing and dishing what was transpiring onstage? Perhaps this scruffy fellow’s obstreperous behavior can be blamed on his overindulgence in preshow cocktails — the fumes of which, one hears, were sufficient to ignite a pyre!
girl, he couldn’t get much higher
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