Apparently the paps can’t get enough of alleged original mistress Rachel Uchitel. She just so happens to live around the corner from me (and three blocks down), so I decided to stalk those stalking Rachel, because I, too, have nothing better to do on a Wednesday night and I’m a pathetic creep.
This was the scene outside her apartment around 9:14 p.m.:
Riveting, I know. Just five scraggly bike messenger types with clumsy cameras waiting for Rachel to walk up the stairs, down the stairs, climb in her window, or step out of a black Escalade getting a piggyback ride from Derek Jeter or David Boreanaz or Alex Rodriguez or Michelle Obama or that talking baby from the E*TRADE commercials.
Good luck, guys. At least there’s a fondue restaurant next door and that silver Honda Civic looks like it’ll be a comfy bed.
