It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's Alicia Keys partying in your kitchen. On one of the fanciest, richiest streets in the Hamptons this summer, an anonymous woman heard noises coming from the downstairs in her palatial house and, assuming it was coming from her college-aged daughter and some of her friends, went down to investigate. What she found, however, was not a bunch of co-eds but a bunch of Grammy winners. Alicia Keys, husband Swizz Beatz, and their posse were kickin' it in her kitchen.
Page Six reports that it was all a giant misunderstanding — Alicia and Swizz (can I call him Swizz?) simply entered the wrong house. They'd rented one on the same street, but evidently became confused as to which one it was, and confidently set up shop in the wrong home. Whoops.
I can't remember how many times I've done the same, you know? It's like, enormous, multi-million dollar mansions all start to blend after a while and in the dark, shoot. It's almost impossible to tell one trellised six car garage from the next. You really can't blame them.
Alls well that ends well, though — apparently, everyone involved chalked this up as a harmless misunderstanding.
I'm sure they all raised their gold-rimmed crystal glasses and laughed on and on about rich people problems until finally, their merriment was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Billy Joel, and he was wondering if Alicia, Swizz, and that woman in her bathrobe could keep the noise down.