Dateline Amagansett, NY. Thursday afternoon, Sir Paul McCartney and his wife Nancy and young daughter convened at the airy picnic tables out back at La Fondita on Route 27 for light Mexican meal. And at sundown, I am told, Alec Baldwin took an order to go.
Last night at the US open it very much felt like being at the coliseum in Ancient Rome, with celebs having replaced the aristocracy. Anna Wintour, Federer’s biggest fan was center court next to David Dinkins. Stanley Tucci, Meryl’s right hand man in The Devil Wears Prada took the front right corner of the same large and central box with his new wife, the sister of Streep’s first assistant in that film. And Alec Baldwin and Hilaria were holding court in the front left corner of the USTA President’s box.
In the next box a few rows up, were Michael Phelps mom and three attractive blondes, at least one was MP’s sis.
And when the Federer match appeared to be not terribly exciting, three quarters of the way through, Wintour removed her glasses and walked up to the glass box, presumably to leave. It was as if everyone was then allowed to think, well, if Wintour, Federer’s biggest fan can leave, we, too, can split. And I for one did. I was already 11 pm.
Thank you Heineken, who seated us in an elegant box with beer on tap.
No one does thumbs up, or thumbs down, to execute the vanquished player, but believe me most eyes in the stadium were glued to both the players and the celebs in the stands. And Zac Braff, with his reed thing model gal pal, in yet another Heineken box, even had some face time on the big screens. . . all very dramatic. Federer really is a superb player, but the attention from above does heighten the interest factor. . .