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There is a restaurant in New York City called the Waverly Inn. You can’t simply call and make a reservation. I mean, com’on. That would be ludicrous.

You have to know someone who knows someone who knows the secret number or email address or spy code and then, if all the planets turn just so, you get a reservation. Or you can show up in person and beg and sob and plead some more and hopefully they will squeeze you in at 5:30 pm or perhaps 10:45 pm, if that’s more convenient for you.

It’s insulting. It’s pretentious. It’s aggravating.

So, of course, I really wanted to go. I’m not proud of this. But I wanted a peak at this super secret celeb society, run by Graydon Carter of Vanity Fair.

We scored a reservation through a friend of my husband’s. You know who you are and I hope the gift of a future child is enough to repay you for your overwhelming generosity. We tend to have girls around here so I hope you are ok with that (I have found girls to be just delightful and I’m sure you will love yours madly).

The Waverly Inn is very quaint and charming inside. The food is well, so-so. But forget the food, WHO IS THERE?

Me: Honey, go to the bathroom and see if there are any celebrities here. (My husband has incredible celebrity radar. He’ll see a flash of some woman’s ear and say, “that’s Nicole Eggert from “Charles in Charge.”)

Rick: I don’t have to go.

Me: Please. Because if I go to the bathroom first, I’ll notice no one and then you’ll go later and see Sarah Jessica Parker, Gwyneth Paltrow and Colin Farrell. And I’ll be just completely annoyed. So please go first.

Rick: Honey…

Me: Pleassssssssssssssssssssssssssse. Come on. Pleassssssssssssssssssssssssssssse.

Rick: Fine. I’ll go.

Rick heads off to the loo and comes back with this report.

Rick: Charlie Rose (PBS tv host), Michael Stipes (R.E.M lead singer) and Salman Rushdie (the controversial Indian-British novelist who hid for a decade because of a Iranian fatwa, ordering his execution) are here. They are all seated on the right hand side as you head to the bathrooms.

Damn. I’m not really into Charles, Michael or Salman. No offense to the Rushdie party at table 17, but who wants to hang in a restaurant with a guy who’s had an Iranian death threat hanging over him for years and years? Yeah, that’s definitely not how I roll.

No Sarah Jessica? No Gwyneth? Are you sure? Sigh.

I try to sashay across the dining room as if I am indeed someone famous and fabulous. But alas, I am not. Well, at least there’s no line for the ladies room.

And I finally have the Waverly out of my system.

Meanwhile, we did the birthday party circuit this weekend. On Sunday, I took Dylan to Carter’s birthday party. Carter is this sweet, too cute boy from Dylan’s preschool. All the kiddos had such a blast, except for my Dyl pickle.

The girl just doesn’t like crowds or most group activities, so she basically sat in my lap and waited for cake.

2 hours of waiting. Just. for. cake.

Of course, after the birthday cake, everyone put on their coats to go home. I told Dylan it was time to leave and she cries, “But I didn’t get a chance to play! I want to play.”

I can hardly breathe I’m so frustrated.

As she sobs, I put her jacket on.

We get outside. She recovers a bit and says, what’s that song from my yoga class?

“Take a deep breathe, sit up tall, rub your hands, Ommmmmmmm,” I sing to her.

It’s like somewhere deep down, she knows I am the one who needs to stay calm, to keep breathing.

Finally, something Dylan does love intensely (just like her nanny)…. flowers.


She always makes a point to stop and sniff the roses, or the hydrangea or the daisies or the carnations. As she takes in the sweet essences, she murmurs, “They are so beautiful. So beautiful.”

Right back at you, babe.

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21 Responses to the waverly? Oh yeah, did that.

  • That little story? About Dylan? That is totally Clara. It takes her FOREVER to warm up to a situation and can be so hard to deal with… I LOVE that you sang her her little Yoga song!! And stayed calm… you are right, they do expect us to stay calm and steady. πŸ™‚

  • Jacki says:

    Okay, so now I am the third woman with a girl that does the exact same thing at a party or anywhere with a lot of kids.

    Here is DC we have the same sorts of restaurants and cafes…we always here about the celebrity being there after we were there. Sigh…

  • wa says:

    Damn. Not even an Olsen twin at the Waverly? But it sounds like it was "Smart Celebrity Night".

    It reminds me of when I took my celebrity-thirsty mom to the Ivy in L.A. with promises of lots of celebrities…we saw Weird Al Yankovic and Body By Jake.

  • Abby Siegel says:

    Next time you must take me. I am the female equivalent of Rick-PHENOMENAL with spotting all types of celebs. I'll breeze by someone on the street who has a hat in their face and I still know who it is. It's a true skill. I may not be able to do a lot of things, but spotting celebrities is definitely one of my talents!

  • mp says:

    When I was young I used to work at The Arch (not McDonalds, the actual Jefferson National Expansion Memorial, Gateway Arch )..and Scott Baio was in town cause his Uncle was in Bye Bye Birdie..And he came up my leg of the arch. I just thought of that cause you mentioned Charles In Charge… πŸ™‚

  • mp says:

    OH..and last time I was in the City (as in your city) I saw Andrew Shue..I was so excited I peed myself a little! (he is VERY short)…we walked past each other on the sidewalk

  • Buffy says:

    kelcey—I am so very honored! As the mother of 4 (14 to 1) and a hotel exec, I very often stink and am thrilled to have won the smelly good stuff! When I woke up at 5:30 this morning and read your note I was actually covered in baby pee again (&*^*&^ frickin' leaky diaper). Yay mamabird for saving me from stink!!! Thanks!

  • Buffy says:

    celeb related: working at a hotel in Augusta GA when James Brown died —MC Hammer, Patti LaBelle, Whitney Houston, Al Sharpton (ok that one's weak), did I mention MC Hammer (cuz he is very cute up close)???

    We also have lots of celebs for the Masters Golf Tournament every year but what stinks is that I have to pretend they aren't famous.

  • Jessi says:

    I would have to have someone take me right up to a celeb and introduce them to me and I still wouldn't believe it was them. Make it a sports (baseball actually) player, and I would know them….but they would have to grab their crotch to scratch a bit then turn around so I could see their butts – that's the only way to tell! (so I really don't like baseball that much, but if I have to watch it with the hub, I at least find something interesting to watch!) Sorry you didn't see anyone *spectacular* but at least you got to get into the Waverly.

  • Valerie says:

    My son Davis can't wait for the cake, but then he hardly eats any of it….

    I rode the elevator in my office with Dave Matthews last week and gushed like a school girl when he complimented me on my jacket.

    Daphne, maybe Kelcey will loan you the Playgirl so you can recognize Brad when he shows up!

  • Buffy says:

    Ok you guys all live someplace cool where you can meet actual celebs. I was waiting for someone to make me feel better for living on the northern edge of Hell…

  • Tully's Mama says:

    I love all that is celebrity (as I have admitted before) and knew exactly where the "Waverly" title was going. Since I gave up celebrity gossip for lent and haven't even picked up a People (Hail Mary Full of LIES), this was a perfect post. Although I've already sat next to Michael Stipes at the Newsroom Cafe in LA. He was most likely on the phone with Gwyneth at the time. Ask Erin, I'm a celebrity wh*re and have some fab tales. Re Dyl pickle (love that), my Tully is too the ever observer from the lap and just gets warmed up and party's over. At least she doesn't pass out before the keg is even tapped like her mommy used to do….damn pre-funks.

  • The Mom Bomb says:

    You got into the WAVERLY? Did you sell your soul to the devil?

    Be nice to Salman. I've had a soft spot for him ever since Padma dumped him. Then again, what was he thinking?

    mp, I pass by Andrew Shue all the time in town . . . since BILLY LIVES WITHIN A 5 MILE RADIUS OF ME. I'm still trying to figure out his exact address for stalking purposes.

    As for Dylan, kiss her and tell her I don't like crowds either. Too noisy, too much commotion. Us sensitive types have it rough.

  • shay says:

    ah the joys of the early years and the birthday party:)

    She sounds pretty sweet all the same and you got some nice cuddles.

    Oh and too funny about the restaurant. I have no celeb radar. I'm sure one could walk up say hi and I'd have no clue!

  • Madmad says:

    I don't know why they make kids go to birthday parties. You need wine to make those things bearable!

    I stink at celebrity hunting – I end up thinking I "know" the person and staring at them trying to figure out exactly how I know them. This tends to annoy the crap out of people unfortunately…

  • Milena says:

    What you said towards the end of this post – that mental right back at you at Dylan when you observed her loving those flowers so much well, that kind of moment happens to me often too. It's like everything my son finds beautiful in this world pales by comparison to how beautiful I find HIM. At my ripe 38, I am discovering everything again through his eyes. How fascinating and wonderful and sweet is all he sees. How magically he colors my own view of life.

  • Abby Siegel says:

    I sat with Randy Jackson for an hour at LAX right after the end of the Clay/Ruben showdown. No one recognized him but me (and there were like 300 people around at the gate) so we had a lot of alone time together to talk and realize how much we had in common (seriously!). I've seen a lot of celebs, but I also would be excited to see Andrew Shue. A guy on my HS ski team played soccer with him at Dartmouth so I could do the whole "do you know?" game. Buffy-if that were me I would have bought MC Hammer those parachute pants and asked him to teach me the dance from U Can't Touch This!!!

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