The evening was held in recognition of New York’s 20 top philanthropists under 40, an illustrious list that included Eric Trump, Nigel Barker, Lauren Bush Lauren and Chelsea Clinton. While waitresses passed out dainty nibbles like grilled cheese fingers and spoonfuls of truffle risotto, the D.J. spun beats to a packed crowd who schmoozed and mingled under the light of two immense Venini glass chandeliers.

The festivities kicked off with speeches by Joseph Meyer and Peter Davis, members of our own Observer family, and from Eric Trump, who spoke eloquently about his involvement with the St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee. Under the auspices of the Eric Trump Foundation, Mr. Trump has raised nearly $6 million for St. Jude’s and the foundation has grown into one of the largest private charities in the country.

“We had the benefit through our company and through our network to do something for people less fortunate,” Mr. Trump explained to The Observer afterwards. “And in this case it's kids who just drew the short straw: it could happen to you and it could happen to me.”

Donald Trump had nothing but praise for his son’s charitable work. “Eric works so hard for so many charities and St. Jude’s in particular, he’s just got that in his blood," said Mr. Trump. "He loves it. And he’s raised a lot of money over the years and I’m very proud of him.”

And the Trumps weren’t the only philanthropy family making the rounds. Gorgeous cousins Amanda and Lydia Hearst—both on our top 20 under 40 list—were in attendance representing their respective charities.

Amanda Hearst started her charity, Friends of Finn, after purchasing her dog Finn from a pet store and discovering he came from a puppy mill. “We’ve gone on puppy mill raids and done more serious stuff but it’s also just been great to interact with the animals,” explained Ms. Hearst. Does Ms. Hearst carry him around in her purse, as is the fashion of another heiress who shall not be named? Ms. Hearst demurred. “He’s kind of chubby so he’d be like a weight on my shoulder,” she laughed.

We spoke with Lydia Hearst-Shaw about her work with Operation Smile, a worldwide charity that treats children with cleft palates and other facial deformities. “For every birthday I no longer accept gifts, I ask my friends to make a donation to Operation Smile,” explained Ms. Hearst, who has gone on three medical missions and helped launch the global offices in Sweden and Toronto. “When you actually go out in the world and realize you can make a difference, it’s a life altering experience,” she added.

We couldn’t help but recognize Lydia Hearst’s date, Kevin Connolly, and we had to stop ourselves from addressing him as "E" after his character on Entourage. But Mr. Connolly assured us that he has left Turtle and the gang well behind. His new hockey documentary, Big Shot, is premiering at ESPN Tribeca tomorrow. “I came here for Lydia’s thing tonight and tomorrow we’ll go to that,” he said with a laugh. “I have two suits.”

About an hour later we spotted Mr. Connolly’s former girlfriend, Nicky Hilton, and her new beau James Rothschild canoodling in the VIP table.  Hopefully the charitable spirit of the evening mitigated any awkward run-ins.

Jesse Cole, CEO of Haute Hippie, made our top 20 list for his work with Ronald McDonald House, which provides housing for children with cancer and their families while they receive treatment in New York City. There Mr. Cole spearheaded the formation of a new board of young philanthropists. Board members are required not only to give or get $10,000, but also to tour the house and interact with children and families. “I didn’t want it to be all about money. Mostly I wanted people to humanize their experience by meeting families and seeing the establishment,” Mr. Cole told us. “In my opinion it’s very easy to get people to join a worthy cause. But it’s not so easy to get people to do God’s work day in and day out.”

“He’s being far too modest,” said Bill Sullivan, CEO of Ronald McDonald House, adding that Mr. Cole’s work raised over half a million dollars last year.

As we tried to navigate the thick crowd forming at the bar, we chatted with art-world beauty and top 20 honoree Bettina Prentice, who has been involved for eight years with Coalition for the Homeless. Coalition provides emergency food, housing, crisis intervention and job training to the homeless in New York City. “There are so many people involved in charities on a macro level but I really want to be involved on a micro level,” explained Ms. Prentice. “I want to affect one person's life. And the Coalition really gives me the tools to do that.”

Ms. Prentice, a new mom to baby Henry, was visibly emotional as she told us about the work that Coalition does, especially a program in which the program will pay a family's back rent in order to save them from eviction. “I’m going to cry I’m so hormonal and emotional from the baby!” she said.

“She’s blaming it on the baby, she’s always like this when she talks about the Coalition,” chimed in Coalition Executive Director David Giffin.

Ultimately, despite some teary hormonal moms, the evening was a festive one, with everyone in generous spirits, copious free booze and more grilled cheeses than we can count. Who says that giving back can’t be fun?

Ms. Clinton.

Well, we can't say that we're surprised that NBC correspondent and former first daughter Chelsea Clinton has inked a deal to move into The Whitman. (At least, if the New York Post can be believed—apparently the whole Clinton family posed for photos with the construction workers when visiting the four-unit luxury condo last week).

The Whitman, at 12 East 26th Street, is just the kind of old-fashioned with lots of new-fangled bells and whistles luxury product that has had buyers frothing at the mouth these days. To wit, 15 Central Park West, 18 Gramercy Park and 135 East 79th Street. A brand new or gut-renovated building molded into classically-styled condos on a Park is a fail-safe residential development play in Manhattan. No one relishes dealing with the awkwardness of kitchenside maids' rooms pre remodeling job or blue hairs on a co-op board. Nor is townhouse living for everyone. Ditto industrial chic—a painfully played out trend if we ever saw one. Especially not those who have spent eight of their formative years living in the uber-traditional White House.

Chelsea Clinton's new digs?

And obviously Ms. Clinton had to avoid Chelsea. Ms. Clinton and husband Marc Mezvinsky are said to already live nearby and to have discovered the building on a walk. (Although The Observer secretly hopes that Ms. Clinton first learned of The Whitman by reading our story). The Post reports that Ms. Clinton is in contract to buy a $10.5 million apartment—in other words, she won't be taking the $22.5 million duplex penthouse. Given that the other three units—all floor-throughs—were priced at $10 million, $10.25 million and $10.5 million, in ascending order corresponding to the floors, we suspect that Ms. Clinton and Mr. Mezvinsky have snapped up the fourth-floor unit, which has a small park-facing terrace.

We're still awaiting word from Douglas Elliman's Melanie Lazenby to see if any other contracts in the building have been signed. (And good news, if Chelsea is anything like her parents, she'll make a great neighbor).

We suppose that this means the totally unsubstantiated rumor that Bill and Hillary were looking at a place in Tribeca was, like most rumors, a little bit true and mostly false. Though the Clintons were apparently involved with helping Chelsea conduct her house hunt. We're glad to see that the former Secretary of State and former POTUS are keeping busy.

kvelsey@observer.com

The Four Seasons Restaurant, 99 East 52nd Street, (212) 867-1117, 6:30pm, by invitation only.

From engineering financial instruments to building the world's biggest Ferris wheel, climb aboard with Matt Chaban for former Bear Stearns Asset Management CEO Richard Marin's wild ride.

Former Wells Fargo Chairman Dick Kovacevich will not abide arguments that the U.S. government bailed out his bank, especially not in his country club's men's dining room.

Large firms such as BlackRock are best positioned to take advantage of JOBS Act provisions that would lift the ban on advertising by private investment firms, Bloomberg reports. One reason: bigger money managers already have marketers on staff to work on products such as mutual funds.

Best Buy founder Richard Schulze is pressing ahead with plans to take the firm private, Reuters says.

The developing world needs Wall Street, but Chelsea Clinton doesn't, the former first daughter told Bloomberg. “It was incredibly, fiercely meritocratic, and I loved that,” said Ms. Clinton, who worked at Avenue Capital from 2006 to 2009 before leaving to pursue degrees in public health. “That wasn’t the metric I wanted to judge my life by in a professional sense.”

The children of billionaire Charlie Munger—Warren Buffett's business partner—are dogging California Governor Jerry Brown's re-election campaign.

Politicians are stretching the truth to paint their opponents with the Wall Street brush.

About 2,400 "jobless millionaires" are collecting unemployment checks, according to The New York Post.

Thinning hair = weak; bald pate = powerful, according to a Wharton prof.

Al Pacino

“We have a Shakespearean, Elizabethean temper,” Al Pacino informed a seated crowd Monday evening in Central Park. As part of its 50th Anniversary Gala, the Public Theater was honoring Mr. Pacino with an award, in the form of a prop rapier he had once wielded on stage, “I’m a little nervous,” he laughed. “I wish I had water, but I have a sword,”

While the audience of hundreds listened to Mr. Pacino with rapt attention, a secondary scrum gathered across the fence. What appeared to be backup pitchers on a hapless softball team abandoned their game to listen to the famed thespian. Soon, a quintessentially New York amalgam of dog-walkers, skateboarders and bright-eyed Broadway hopefuls paused their iPods, essaying to hear Mr. Pacino over the Central Park din.

Earlier, as guests arrived, many seemed to materialize suddenly from the Where’s Waldo-esque ether of the park. From the throngs of sunglassed and unknowing denizens, Julianna Margulies and husband Keith Lieberthal appeared, followed by Chelsea Clinton and Mac Mezvinsky, Kathleen Turner, Julia Stiles and Lily Rabe.

The red carpet, positioned on the West side of the theater, was situated atop a blind hill. With clipboard in hand, one unlucky PR staffer was tasked with running up and down the escarpment, alerting her superiors when the VIPS arrived—the Public’s own Paul Revere. (Listen, dear readers, and you will hear, her stage-whispering celebrity arrivals from far and near!)

Returning to the Delacorte theater was a sort of homecoming for Ms. Rabe, who acted alongside Mr. Pacino last year in The Merchant of Venice. “Working with Al Pacino was one of the great privileges of my life,” she told The Observer. “He’s a wonderful human being, and being able to spend a year of my life, a very complicated year of my life, with him through all of that was something that I’m very grateful for.”

She insisted she wasn’t nervous when she first met the actor, however, and made no special preparations for the occasion. “I didn’t do anything. I probably, I don’t know, I rolled out of bed and took a shower,” she laughed. (Such élan!) While meeting her idols does not make her ill at ease, other things certainly do: “You know, snakes. Snakes not for me. People, more for me.”

As Ms. Rabe headed toward dinner, Steve Martin appeared wearing a fedora. He rushed towards his seat, and declined to be interviewed, with an unconvincing half-apology. “But I like The Observer!” he called over his shoulder, “It’s a great paper!” God bless you Mr. Martin! Don’t worry, we’ll talk next time.

Bob Balaban, however, proved perfectly chatty when asked which of the Bard’s characters he most identifies with. “Easily Caliban, because no other Shakespearean character is almost my name. It’s the only one!” he exclaimed gaily. “What could it be, Richard III? No. That doesn’t sound like Balaban.” The actor went on to describe his busy summer, which includes a book tour for his upcoming title The Creature from the Seventh Grade. “Its completely autobiographical,” he said. “But in this case the boy turns into an eight and a half foot reptile, which I didn’t do.” Describing himself as “shortest, skinniest, most-incompetent boy in his class,” Mr. Balaban professed that he has “fabulously good and fabulously horrifying memories of the seventh grade.”

At dinner on the Delacorte’s northeasterly lawn, guests toasted the Public’s half-century of free plays. White lanterns bobbled in the slight breeze as Christine Quinn saluted the organization.

As the main course was being served, Tony Kushner shared his favorite Shakespearean play. “For various reasons, Midsummer, because I think its about theater itself. So it seems like to me it’s sort of at the center of things.” Sadly, we didn’t have the opportunity to press him further, as we were overwhelmed by hundreds of passing chicken breasts.

After the meal, the crowds sought their seats for the evening’s reading of Romeo and Juliet. Attempting to avoid the clogged corridors, full of chatting and meandering guests, many attendees hoofed it across the lawn, only to find they had to mount a thigh-high fence to access the stage. Revelers young and old, spry and not so spry, heaved legs over the railing in an show of theatric acrobatics. Several sets of unmentionables were unwittingly flashed.

Before finding our seat, we ran into Cynthia Nixon, whose fire-red hair is growing back after her stint as a cancer-stricken professor in the Broadway show Wit. The actress, however, doesn’t know if she will keep her tresses short. “People keep asking me that. I’m getting a lot of positive reinforcement about the length,” she said, pulling at the still downy strands.

Inside the theater, guests rose for a standing ovation as the cast took the stage. Meryl Streep larked a lighthearted vision of Juliet, while Kevin Kline read opposite, as Romeo. Christopher Walken earned the most laughs as a sometimes Queens-inflected Mercutio, and Christine Baranski appeared as the nurse. Throughout the reading, flashing, fluorescent underbellies of passing planes reminded viewers they were sitting beneath the midsummer Manhattan sky.

After the performance, we found Ethan Hawke. Asked what he would ask Shakespeare if he had one question, Mr. Hawke thought for several moments, before offering a response. “What happens when we die?” he concluded. Genius or cheeky (or both), we have not yet decided. We’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.

After the reading, guests returned to the Delacorte’s front lawn, and enjoyed dancing, desserts and drinks. “Can I get champagne and wine? Is that bad?” one guest asked her friend guiltily.

The clock neared midnight. The softball team had long since packed its bats (after yet another loss, it seemed), and the Great Lawn was quiet once more. The party at the Delacorte continued, however. With glasses in hand guests danced into night, ill-chosen spike heels sinking into the new summer sod.

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Diana DiMenna at the School of American Ballet's Winter Ball

“Honestly, there is nothing like it,” Dianna DiMenna told The Observer Monday evening. “The beauty, the discipline, the lineage, the heritage, the history!” she gushed. While Ms. DiMenna’s lavish words may have applied to a great many ventures beloved by the city’s gentility, she was in fact referring to ballet. As the evening’s prima, she greeted guests in the marbled lobby of the David H. Koch Theater with that particular hostess’s élan, kissing elegant consoeurs and their bow-tied husbands. The decorous crowd had gathered for the School of American Ballet’s Winter Ball, and there was surely no shortage of pomp or circumstance.
The evening was, rather circuitously, inspired by a collection of jewelry designed by Van Cleef and Arpels intended to evoke St. Petersburg’s legendary Le Bal du Palais d’Hiver, a glistening jewel on the diadem of grand 20th-century fetes. Upon entering the lobby, guests were met with a blinding ivory tableau vivant. Models—clad in alabaster gowns, fur and suits—lounged upon a nest of regal divans and cotton snowfall while donning the jewels. Few guests, however, seemed to notice the scene as they greeted their friends, cocktail panache flowing freely as Champagne.

Without hesitation, Ms. DiMenna named Georges Balanchine’s Jewels as her favorite ballet. “It was one of the first ballets that I saw as a student of the art. I was able to appreciate it for it’s beauty and splendor, but I was also able to see the incredible mastery of the dancers,” she said. “Of course the irony of that, which I just realized, was that Georges Balanchine created that, the ballet, based on a collection by Van Cleef and Arpels! I didn’t even remember that until I said it,” she claimed, her dangling diamond earrings swinging freely as she laughed. Ironic or no, we respected her effortless doyenne artistry.

Ms. DiMenna’s cohosts, Julia Koch and Betsy Pitts, roved the room, chattering with friends. “I’m doing my Russian look,” Ms. Koch told a friend, showing off her ornate fur-collared gown. Her hair, an up-done knot doubtless crafted at an uptown salon, was pulled tight, articulating each facial muscle as she laughed. “I feel like I’m in Downton Abbey!”

The true matriarch of the evening, however, was Coco Kopelman, who had created the Winter Ball event eight years prior. She explained that over time the soirée had evolved and had become a purely social function. “It used to be a corporate evening. We used to honor someone from the business side and the arts, but after a while we thought it was getting to be like many dinners,” she said, stopping as she was approached by a friend. “Félicitations! Ça va?” she inquired dutifully before returning her attention to The Observer. “We all go to many dinners. We all applaud the person who is the honoree. But in the end, people want to see friends, have fun and celebrate the kids,” she said.

Young Patron chairman Chelsea Clinton soon appeared, husband Marc Mezvinsky steadily, stonily at her side. Having practiced ballet for 15 years in her curly-haired youth, Ms. Clinton felt indebted to the art. “I’m deeply grateful to ballet for having given me an aesthetic education,” she said, with well-learned (or inherited) diplomacy. Would she dance again, we wondered? “I hope there are many opportunities for me to support ballet or students or choreographers,” she responded.

While the diamonds twinkled throughout the room, blushingly refracted in flutes of rosé, Prince Dmitri of Yugoslavia said nothing could compare to the opulence of Le Bal in St. Petersburg. “You know, that was a legendary ball with all the fantastic jewelry in the world. Nothing ever existed in terms of jewelry after the end of the Russian empire,” he declared. “Because in one night, every woman would wear the equivalent of today’s hundred million dollars of jewelry. In those days they wore five necklaces, and it didn’t look gaudy. Today you can’t,” he lamented, before ascending the marble staircase toward dinner.

Upstairs, lavish tables had been set. Accustomed to circular tables flush with faux familiarity, we were pleased to see Vieux Monde long tables. Centerpieces were composed of rose bouquets and sugar-coated fruit, accented with massive candles flickering in their towering gilded holders. The table made even the gala-circuit contingent take pause. Over the course of the next hour, Piter-inspired cuisine from gravlax to stroganoff was served along with abundant pinots, grigio and noir.

As dinner was coming to an end the younger patrons appeared, Champagne flutes in hand, on the theater’s upper tiers overlooking the opulent spread. Boisterous in their ball gowns and tuxedoes, the youthful throng was hushed as the school’s executive director made brief remarks.

A group of students from the school performed a pièce d’occasion, inspired, it seemed, by either a Russian tavern or house of ill repute. Complete with choreographed arm wrestling, staggering and spread-eagle lifts, the dance may very well have scandalized tsars and tsarinas at Le Bal a century ago but was welcomed with warm applause by the postmillennial audience. After the Russian music stopped, a thudding electronic beat hit the speakers, and the young dancers ran into the crowd, strategically grabbing the evening’s most notable attendees.

Immediately, David Koch was summoned by two dancers and graciously began to dance. Before long, however, Mr. Koch was toe-tapping with the best of them, spinning and shuffling with unexpected rhythm. His peers cheering him on, Mr. Koch tripped the light fantastic with a sly grin. Naturally, The Observer joined the festivities, gamboling with Mr. Koch and his crew for a song or two. As Pitbull’s timeless anthem “Give Me Everything Tonight” was rounding out (“Baby, Ima make you feel so good, tonight,”), we asked Mr. Koch where he learned his formidable moves. “I spent a lot of time in the wrong places,” he said, continuing his singular Charleston undeterred.
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from @cocorocha

Chelsea Clinton arrived at the 44^th floor of Hearst Tower Tuesday night (“with amaaaaze makeup and an impeccable blowout,” one fan tweeted from the publisher’s headquarters) and soon began whispering with Randi Zuckerberg in the corner. The Observer, taking notes on the surrounding scene (high heels, designer dresses, crispy cheesesticks), lurked nearby, waiting to speak with her.

“Let’s keep private conversations private,” said Ms. Clinton’s aide. She had materialized on our right and was eyeing our pen.

“First, hear what she has to say,” she said, offering us her e-mail address.

Ms. Clinton had joined Marie Claire editor in chief Joanna Coles for a panel on social media, along with Facebook marketing director Randi Zuckerberg (and sister of Mark), Common Sense Media executive Amy Guggenheim Shenkan and ESPN sportscaster Erin Andrews, to discuss “the perils and the possibilities of living in a digital world.”

Among the first to arrive was supermodel Coco Rocha. With 45,783 Facebook fans (personal profiles have a 5,000 friend limit, she explained to The Observer), she also maintains accounts on Tumblr, Vimeo, YouTube, Google Plus and Twitter. The last celebrated its two-year anniversary two days earlier.

“I just felt like I’d like to have a little bit of a voice,” said Ms. Rocha, whose métier is to be seen, not heard. “It’s letting people into my world and into the fashion world.”

The Canada native (she is working on her green card) kept her followers updated throughout the event, posting a photo of herself and her agent posed in front of windows overlooking Central Park.

Barbara Walters was seated in the audience, somewhat unexpectedly. Her name had been omitted from the invitation because she RSVP’d late, but she arrived as close to on time as anyone.

“I thought I’d learn something,” Ms. Walters told The Observer, admitting she was neither on Facebook or Twitter.

Asked if she thought social media was helping the field of journalism, Ms. Walters, 81, said, “Well, it’s there… so I think you need to know how to deal with it.”

“Truthfully, between e-mails and iPads and the little job I have on the side, I don’t have time for it,” Ms. Walters had explained. She didn’t have time to stay for the entire length of the panel discussion, either.

After Ms. Clinton gave short remarks, she sat in the audience, and Ms. Coles told the audience a Wall Street Journal reporter "rather depressingly" had muttered to her earlier that evening that “these kind of things" weren’t usually very engaging.

The debate surrounded bullying on the internet; Ms. Andrews described what it was like to have a video of her nude passed around online, after a stalker filmed her through the peephole of her hotel room and posted the clip to the internet.

Next on the ladies’ agenda were issues of children’s online safety, which seemed aimed at Ms. Zuckerberg. She stated that age limits exist on Facebook and argued teenagers are savvier than they are given credit.

Ms. Walters piped up with a question from the audience: If she could, what legislation would each panelist propose?

“I thought this was going to be a vacation!” exclaimed Ms. Zuckerberg, who resides in California.

But it is safe to say the night went off without any un-friending. The next morning Ms. Zuckerberg tweeted “such a wonderful girl-power evening & panel,” and posted photos of the event to her Facebook page.

“I went to a very interesting symposium that was mostly made up by young women in the audience with great shoes,” Ms. Walters reported on The View.

As for Ms. Clinton, who made one interjection during the discussion and offered a few lines to wrap up the evening, Ms. Walters said, “She was so articulate, she was so intelligent…this is a girl who has a political future.”

Joe Lieberman was here on Friday in a bright green tie, dining with Mort Zuckerman. The former governor of Utah Jon Hunstman was also here having lunch with his beautiful wife. He hasn't announced it yet, but I'm sure he will run for president. Everyone was clamoring for Mr. Hunstman! And Bill O'Shaughnessy was holding court at Philip Johnson's table. I think Mr. O'Shaughnessy needs a new hairstyle. We need to send him over to Fred Fekkai. Judy Taubman, the former Miss Israel, was here without her husband, Al, and I told her that Mr. O'Shaughnessy is Al's replacement! Maybe after we get his hair cut.

On Saturday I watched the Yankees play the Red Sox. Lately there have been no Yankees at the grill--we used to have Alex Rodriguez and Derek Jeter coming in, but that was a long time ago. Then on Sunday I made a movie with Richard Gere called Arbitrage. He is such a professional actor--unbelievable! He was here from 5 p.m. to 6 a.m. without ever stopping, and he was very friendly, putting everyone at ease. I played myself. The scene was based on the Four Seasons. They told me to be myself, so I had little fun and did what I always do. A few years ago I also had a part in Inside Man, with Denzel Washington. Where is my SAG card?

Speaking of Hollywood, last night, we had a huge party to celebrate Too Big to Fail, the HBO movie based on Andrew Sorkin's book. They put a gigantic silver bull on top of a pile of money in the pool! Everyone was having pictures taken in front of it. Warren Buffet and George Soros were here. We had Donna Karan, James Woods, Armand Assante, Richard Plepler, Matthew Modine ... Mariska Hargitay and Cynthia Nixon were both looking stunningly beautiful. Stunning! It is really a great movie. It didn't have me in it, but you can't have everything.

"As someone who got married last year, it was certainly the happiest day of my life to be able to marry my best friend," she said of her 2010 wedding to husband Marc Mezvinsky. "I fundamentally believe that every New Yorker, every American, and everyone should have the same right."

This closely follows Bill Clinton's latest comments in support of same-sex marriage, which was announced by the New York office of the Human Rights Campaign earlier today. The announcement by the former president marks just how widely accepted the issue has become in the mainstream--Clinton, after all, was the president who signed the Defense of Marriage Act and Don't Ask Don't Tell into law--and adds yet more power to the increasingly active movement to get same-sex marriage legislation passed in New York. Every statewide elected official supports it, as does New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg. Politico said the former president's comment earlier today "underscores" the fact that "President Obama is increasingly to the right of his party" on this issue.

"I was very grateful that my father gave me yet another reason to be proud," said the daughter of the former president,  standing inside the 1199 SEIU Headquarters on West 42nd Street.

The phonebank is part of a larger campaign by New Yorkers for Marriage Equality, a coalition of gay rights organizations that is now attempting a final push for same-sex marriage by reaching out to supporters in swing districts through the end of the 2011 legislative session. Meanwhile, Cuomo has announced that he's about to hit the campaign trail to rally support for (among other things) getting gay marriage legislation passed in June.

"I also know, having grown up in politics, that sometimes we need to help politicians do the right things, and that we need to help constituents understand what's really at stake," she said. "I know that we'll get there."

Now, where's Hillary Clinton?