Next time Bette Midler gets a wintertime job opportunity in Minnesota, maybe she should decline.
The Honolulu native (is she a real American?) tested the motoring skills of her limo driver when he had to back down the alley to deposit the Divine Miss M at the stage door entrance of the Orpheum last week. This vehicular ruse was a first for me.
The maneuver seemed designed to minimize to the maximum Midler's exposure to the frigid air. An anxious energy seemed to be keeping Midler company in the back of the limo. Then there was a funny moment when the limo driver didn't recall that the front passenger door was locked, so he couldn't open it. Midler, who had apparently girded her loins for the cold dash, hit the car locks herself and then bolted inside.
I got a clumsy shot of the top of her head as I yelled: Any advice for Ricky Gervais? About that time, a solitary fan ran up behind me holding something he wanted autographed. Based on the fact there was only one autograph-seeker and the audience didn't exactly seem to be arriving in droves, I wrongly concluded not many people were present for Midler one-woman chatfest.
City Pages' Andrea Swensson told me the first floor actually was full, with a mostly middle-aged female crowd, while the balcony had a few empty seats. That was shocking. I saw more people getting out of the limos that accompanied Midler's than I observed entering the Orpheum at any time.
While showing my mostly Midler-less video to Hayley Herst, exec producer of the Fox 9 morning shows, I expressed befuddlement over why Bette is still rolling with an entourage, a minimum of four, at this period of her career.
"She's A DIVA!" said Herst.
Don't divas like to save money for retirement, the rest home?