Fasten your seat belts

We're bracing for a double dose of Chris, whom we went to see the other night at the cabaret.

He was terrific: Lucy, Cher, Streisand, Liza, Judy . . . and of course the best Bette. (Sadly, no Peggy Lee this time, though that one makes me sore laughing.)

I think the Divine Miss D will be emceeing the Oscar Gala at the Tropic, for which we have tickets and to which I've been pledged as a nibble-maker to the stars. Heaven only knows how many devils on horseback I'll have to saddle up.

And then soon on Oscar's heels comes "BitchSlap!" at the Waterfront, where Chris will again play Bette, joined by Randy Roberts as Joan Crawford. In breathless anticipation, I was sure to record "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane" when it played on Turner Classics over the weekend.

The other night, before "Doubt," I heard Danny Weathers, the artistic director, asking around about wheelchairs. I can't wait.