Gossip -- With Gregoire!

Greetings from the intimate lounge of New York City's swank Howard Johnson restaurant, clandestine epicenter of fame and luxury, secret hotbed of scandal, midtown crossroads of highballs and low morals, Broadway's"she was a showgirl" cabana of orange-and-blues.

This HJ HQ is where I, Gregoire -- Breakup Girl's informant to ... that is, on the stars-- observes the love styles of the rich and famous. Most of Breakup Girl's arch-enemy legion of villains and ne'er-do-wells, such as Dr. John Gray, would never think of looking for me here, tucked away in tourist-rich Times Square amidst the wafting aromas of cheese fries and chicken fingers. From this base of operations, I deploy a coterie of spies to all corners of the globe to obtain the latest information on Hollywood's hottest couples. I collect and record information on the gliterati -- using cocktail napkins, menu corners, even the grizzled hands of my loyal waitresses -- and pass it along to Breakup Girl. She, in turn, uses the data in her daily struggle to fight love crimes of the ordinary. Also, BG just wants the dish.

And now, for the first time, these top-secret files are being revealed to you, the loyal and in-the-know Breakup Girl reader. Let's just say that martinis aren't the only things about to get spilled around here. So pull up a vinyl chaise and lend an ear, precious. Gracie? Two Sidecars, please.

Tuesday, January 19, 1999

Armageddon

We all know by now that Ben Affleck and Gwyneth Paltrow are splitsville (you heard it first at January's Breakup Girl LIVE!), though speculation still swirls as to when and how the Most Obnoxious Couple Of 1998 actually went their separate ways. The too-darling duo reportedly spent New Year's at a quaint bed 'n' breakfast in Atlanta, where they partied like it's 1999 by helping themselves to ham sandwiches in the kitchen just like normal folks. (You have to admire Gwyn. She really tries.)

However, by last Sunday, the two had apparently exchanged end-of-the-world words, as they were sighted in New York separately: Gwyneth at exclusive Leo-stronghold Balthazar, Ben (with Wesley Snipes, curiously enough) at Limelight, the infamous Peter Gatien drug den (deee-liteful!). The Daily News reports that their relationship has crumbled quietly, but I haven't known Ben to do anything quietly since he first exposed his gleaming manchest for every magazine in America. The buzz in the corner booth is that Mr. Modesty was jealous of Viggo Mortenson, Gwyneth's screen companion in the god-awful "A Perfect Murder," and some even suspected her of Viggo-rous sexual activity. With this genetically pristine couple dissolved, Gregoire gives the Winona Ryder/Matt Damon match-up -- which is so precious as to incinerate everything in its path -- one more month.

Meanwhile, Gwyn has her eyes set on another heaving-chested trophy date named Oscar, whom she so deserves for her glowing Viola in "Shakespeare In Love." Oscar's built rather like Ben, except he's a more convenient size and you don't have to feed him.

The Wedding Swinger

Superstar dork Adam Sandler has proposed to his model girlfriend Jackie Titone. It's rather disconcerting to know that Sandler gets babes, and lots of them.

He dumped Alicia Silverstone for this woman.

Rosie Squeals "I Do!"

Loudmouth Latina parody Rosie Perez and her film director boyfriend Seth Rosenfeld ("A Brother's Kiss") have announced that they are getting married in March, presumably somewhere in LA or NY, since Gregoire doubts that Perez is a country wedding sort of gal. I would attempt to crash the nuptials, but dommage, I cannot -- my sensitive molars have been throbbing ever since that charity benefit where I ran into Rosie and her hearing-test screech.

Couples We'll Be Seeing At The Copa, Copacabana

One very reliable fruitfly (technical term for a juice-bar-fly) in Miami offered the buzz of an intoxicating Jennifer Lopez sighting. Seems the overripe diva was seen out at the happenin' Liquid Lounge a couple weekends ago with Latin music heartthrob and Breakup Girl's amor de la vida Marc Anthony. A divine coupling if ever I've heard of one. Perhaps they can double date with another Latin music sensation, Luis Miguel and his new hip-jutter of a honey, Mariah Carey ... who have apparently been making their own kind of salsa together in Acapulco at Miguel's nifty waterfront villa. Apparently, their appearance at a local nightclub created a Michael-Jackson-in-Japan-level frenzy among Miguel's fans. Ay, caramba!

Nick's Affliction

Nick Nolte arrived at the New York Film Critics' Circle Award last Monday to accept his Best Actor honor for "Affliction" with News Radio's Vicki Lewis -- his girlfriend of six years -- in tow. I've never seen a stranger couple in all my days of voyeurism. She looks like his therapist, yet they seem very happy.

Interestingly, Nolte's last acclaimed performance, in "The Prince Of Tides," also hooked him up with a serpent-nailed shrink, namely, Barbra Streisand. Are you working something out, Nicky? Pull through it, pumpkin, we're with you...!

Plus a few more tidbits I've scrawled on my napkin...

At First Sight, the new Val Kilmer/Mira Sorvino romance about love and blindness: after my screening, I also wanted to go blind. And mute. Enough said.

Breakup Girl herself just flew by to report a couple of her own sightings at a recent Mademoiselle magazine soiree: Sandler's ex, the quickly-fading-from-view Silverstone, with her blond strands in a lovely up-do, and the Sein-felt fashion designer Shoshanna Lonstein, who, BG reports, "was wearing nothing but a jean jacket and t-shirt in the freezing cold. Which, I suppose, is like wearing a parka compared to the stuff she designs."

NEXT WEEK: More confidential-no-more info on the famous lovelorn, and I pose the following question: if Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan really were America's sweethearts, would it actually work out?

I say: mais non.

Until then, cheerio from Gregoire. And if you're in the neighborhood, do stop by for a Tom Collins.

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