On the way to the OONY comeback concert at Carnegie Hall last night, La Cieca ran into an old, old, old and utterly anonymous friend who had recently had a tête-à-tête with an associate of that publicist who recently parted ways with that celebrated Opera MILF. Well! 

Your doyenne gleaned from his hearsay that the mood around the office was rather more one of relief than anything else, since (as La Cieca understands it) a considerable amount of the PR’s time and energy had been expended in attempting (not always successfully) to talk the diva out of “her Lucy Ricardo-esque harebrained schemes” (La Cieca’s phrase).

Now, naturally of course, a lot of this story is just fiddle-faddle spawned of your doyenne’s all-too-fertile imagination, but let’s run with it anyway. You’ve seen what That Diva has done over the past decade and a half even while under the moderating wing of the publicist; now let’s imagine what sort of antics she might get up to now that she’s “running wild.”

The most amusing suggestion wins an amazon gift card.