"Do you know who that is? Do you know that that is Michael Musto?" asks Nello, one of my 'neighbors' at the Cherry Grove Hotel. Nello had walked into my hotel room earlier in the day, loud, tipsy, happy and chatty. After the shock of the initial intrusion, the introduction to one of Cherry Grove's 'old guard' was welcome.
"Yes, Nello, I've met Michael." Which I have, several times, especially when I was working for a big corporation that hosted large starry events. (dreadful). I find him charming and demure. His column, with the bonus internet exclusives, is a must read.
"So go up and talk to him, numb nuts." (Have I mentioned that Nello is from Long Island?) But that is something that Offender would never do. Offender knows that unless you have something to offer La Musto, you should let her alone.
But still, as Miss Sweety was lip synching her heart out and La Musto was making notations in his pad, I wondered, "Do you need spelling on that Michael? It's Karz, with a K."
