Boom Boom!

Madonna, L’Wren Scott and Kirsten Dunst were not there.

Recharger was. Looking wistfully out the windows of the Standard Hotel’s penthouse bar that was, and maybe still is,  called The Boom Boom Room.

Its floor-to-ceiling views of The Hudson River, high-priced cocktails, freaky-thin waitresses and surrealistic vortexian humongoid black-holian formation that dominates the bar, we closed our eyes and pretended, if only for a second, that our pockets overflowed with insider-trading cash.