David Gest was sitting next to me at the Gaiety last night. He kept borrowing dollar bills from me and from the fat guy with the khaki shorts and knee socks in the row behind us.
When he first sidled up next to me, I only saw his eyebrows and thought it was Scott Nevins, but then I realized it was indeed Mr. Minnelli.
I was going to shake his hand but decided instead to just beat the **** out of him instead. I figured he was missing that treatment and would welcome a little ass-whooping since he left Liza.
Stop worrying about what I'm doing -- focus instead on what you're eating.