Fabian Basabe Can’t Hold His Vodka
I always knew he was weak. When Fabian Basabe isn’t spewing racial epithets at black bouncers, he basks in his own spotlight.
A wasted Fabian Basabe is not a pretty sight.
Fabian Basabe angrily spewed racial epithets at black bouncers after he was thrown out of the Star Room in Wainscott Saturday night for being “aggressively drunk,” several witnesses said. Basabe, was “well on his way to being completely hammered” by 11:30 p.m., said one witness. “He was swinging from the rafters like an orangutan, and when security dragged him down he started dancing like a madman, taking his clothes off and rubbing up against several guys,” the witness said.
At one point, Basabe jumped on a booth and came crashing down on Lizzie Grubman, whose shoe broke, and fellow publicist Lauren Kucerak. Basabe also shoved p.r. man Jonathan Cheban and managed to knock over three $300 bottles of vodka.
A witness relates: “Randy, the security man, repeatedly asked Fabian to calm down and stop banging into other people, and Fabian threw his black American Express card at Randy’s feet and said, ‘Don’t worry about what I am doing, here’s my Amex!’ ” At that point Randy escorted Basabe outside, where the insufferable “it” boy “became very violent and aggressive.” Basabe, who had left a sweater inside, started screaming at the black bouncers, “I want my navy blue Prada! I speak six [bleeping] languages, I have diplomatic immunity . . . Do you understand me, Negros? You [bleep]ing Negros!” “There was an audible gasp from the crowd,” said a spectator.
Basabe was tearfully apologetic yesterday. Whatever. How about this. By yourself another fucking navy blue Prada sweater.
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