Showbiz Commentary: Heidi Oringer
Dec. 28 -- We’re winding down the holiday season and my wish is that everyone is thriving, or at least surviving.
When I say “everyone,” I am speaking directly to my fellow Average Joes, whose holiday celebrations could not possibly compare with those of the Hollywood sect. I say this having never been invited to Christmas at a celeb’s home, although I’m sure my invite from Sly Stallone to his Miami compound just got lost in the mail.
Where the Tinsel Is Shinier …
So, I spent the day as many fortunate people did, with family (OK, not always a “fortunate” way to spend holidays) and friends. Too much food was consumed, too many gifts received from the recycling closet. (You know, the gifts you get and keep until they’re outdated then give them to someone else when you need a gift in a hurry.)
Also on the agenda: all-sports television, the 807th showing of It’s A Wonderful Life, children’s toys with migraine-causing noises, another slice of the pie you should have passed up the first time around, and finally uncomfortable slumber because you’ve been put in your cousin’s bed, only he’s 4 and you’re 34.
But what’s happening where the tinsel is shinier, the grass faker, and the silicone more abundant? What was Christmas like in Hollywood?
For instance, did Kelsey Grammer get packaged men’s pajamas in an XXL only to have to stand in line the day after at an exchange counter at Wal-Mart? Did Alec Baldwin smile with glee when he got the High Karate cologne and soap-on-a-rope gift set in his stocking? Did Julia Roberts get her finger pinched shut in her niece’s new Barbie scooter? And did Elizabeth Taylor burn the crescent rolls?
Me thinketh not!
Truth is … I can’t tell you how anyone in Hollywood spent the Christmas holidays and the days following. (Remember … my invite got lost in the mail!) I heard tidbits … the younger set, i.e., the boys from ’N Sync and Haley Joel Osment, were tucked safely away with their families. And I’m sure a lot of the Hollywood greats were with kin, but I’d bet their celebrations went something along the lines of: “Cartier! Oh, you shouldn’t have!” and “Felicia, can you bring out another tray of paté for our guests?”