Ye Waverly Blog: Stood Up   The other night, the waitstaff were
aflutter with anticipation: an 8-top had been booked, an
unsually large party by Waverly standards, and its star diner
was herself in a state of anticipation—or, rather, as Walter
Winchell would have had it, infanticipation. Larry Poston, the
cougar-lean maître d’, took care to assure that a comfy
banquette was cleared for the lady and her guests.  But, alas,
the anticipating went on longer than Larry and the waiters
hoped. An hour passed, and the party of eight had still not
arrived. Chin up, thought the elegant host, it is the nature of
stars not to be punctual.  And then, a dilemma presented itself:
Another beautiful star, a regular, arrived unannounced, sweetly
asking if a large-ish table was available. Larry puzzled over
the situation: Should the banquette be held for the diva, or
bequeathed to the refreshingly unassuming—and relievedly
present—young actress?  Having dealt with divas in the past, and
wary of their volcanic wrath, Larry opted