• Anheuser-Busch will reject InBev's $46.4 billion takeover bid. [Reuters]

Olafur Eliasson's "Waterfalls" art project debuted under cloudy skies this morning under the Brooklyn Bridge. Talk about flooding the zone: Should you need up to the minute info on the spectacle, note that Gothamist will be providing live coverage of the event all day, willl blog live from the press boat tour this afternoon, and return this evening with night photos. Oh, and they've got tons of video, too. [Gothamist]

• Welcome news for ice cream snobs: A Van Leeuwen mobile ice cream truck is now serving Slow Food-approved desserts in SoHo. Three dollar bills and two quarters gets you a small cup. [Eater]

James of Park Avenue Peerage is rushing to the defense of one of his most beloved. Tinsley's (now shelved) reality show on MTV was not supposed to be about her; she was going to host a "competition show," okay? Oh, and in case you're wondering about her GG appearance, she wore a "self-designed Riccimie by Tinsley Mortimer shirt, jeans by Earnest Sewn, and sultry Manolo Blahniks." Sounds fierce, J. [PaP]

• Why should Keith Olbermann actually be supporting John McCain's run for the presidency instead of Obama? Hint: It has to do with ratings. [GQ]

Plenty of people don't want to admit that they met their boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife on an online dating site. The flip side—and much, much worse: Proclaiming your "digital love" in the form of your wedding cake. [MAKE]

• Taking on restaurant-y wine bars, the Times' Frank Bruni gives a star apiece to Jody Williams' Gottino and Marco Canora's Terroir, where he deems the pork blade steak the best dish he's had in months. [NYT]

So remember how last week Scarlett Johansson said she was totally best buds with Barack Obama and emailed him, like, all the time? Turns out it wasn't true! At least not according to the presidential candidate himself, who told reporters today he doesn't have her email address and only communicated with her via his aide, Reggie Love. [WaPo]

• Hedge funder Jim Chanos, who may be best known these days for having hired Ashley Dupre as a "housesitter" last summer, has gone into contract a triplex penthouse at 3 East 75th Street. The five-bedroom pad, listed with Paula Del Nunzio for $24.85 million, features Central Park views, six separate outdoor spaces, and a master suite with two fireplaces. One losing bidder? Robert De Niro. [Observer]

Lauren Bush, the niece of the president and girlfriend of fashion scion David Lauren, is 24 today. Hope David got you something nice, hon! Warm birthday wishes to Desiree Gruber, uber-publicist, Project Runway exec producer, wife of Kyle MacLachlan, and dog fanatic. She's 41 today. Television chef Anthony Bourdain is 52. Director Sidney Lumet is 84. Gay activist Larry Kramer turns 73. And hedge fund manager Julian Robertson is 76.

Salman Rushdie has finally picked up his knighthood from the Queen for services to literature, an event that Al-Qaeda promised a "precise response" to. Oh well, some teenager might be strapping on explosives as we speak, but doesn't Sir Salman have a nice ring to it? [AFP]

Sad news for fans of plastic body parts, overpriced beer, and $18.50 ATM surcharges: Scores is in serious financial trouble. Longtime lapdancer lovers may be aware that Scores' West Side branch shuttered late last year. But now it seems the East Side outpost may suffer a similar fate, thanks to a softening economy and a decline in the number of obnoxious investment bankers who can get away with expensing $6,238 in "meals and entertainment" to their Amex cards on a random Tuesday evening. But it's not just bad news for the men who will no longer get to retreat to the champagne room with "Phoenix" or "Skye," or the celebs who make occasional appearances like Russell Crowe, Queen Latifah, Jim Carrey and Lindsay Lohan. When men stop paying for women to rub their sweaty, glitter-covered bodies on them, there can be no other explanation: the recession is in full swing.

Parks commish Adrian Benepe and city planning czar Amanda Burden unveiled the final design for the High Line this morning, the park that's being constructed atop 22 blocks worth of abandoned rail lines on the West Side. Now we know where we'll spend the occasional afternoon. In 2026. [NYT]

Cindy Adams must have a new fresh-faced summer intern helping her out these days. Today "Cindy" has done a little legwork and assembled a list of celeb prom horror stories. Who knows if any of them are true—you know how actors can be with this thing called truth (or if this wasn't simply recycled from a celeb weekly)—but we'll just go with it. Shall we?

Remember Dick Grasso, the bald-headed former chief of the New York Stock Exchange who was ousted by Eliot Spitzer and then sued by the former AG over his outsized pay package? A judge threw out most of Spitzer's charges this morning, clearing the way for Grasso to hold on to the $187 million or so he took home in severance. [NYP]

• You would expect a Tom Ford party to be a little dangerous, but in a good way, not a nearly-lose-an-eye way: Some poor guy was at Ford's soiree in Milan when a spotlight fell on his head, sending him to the hospital for stitches. [Fashionista]

It was probably inevitable: A "photogenic" twenty-something has written a chick-lit novel about the crazy exploits of summer sharers in the Hamptons. Jasmin Rosemberg, who used to chronicle her share house experiences for the New York Post, will publish How The Other Half Hamptons today, a book filled with "drunken escapades, hot tub hookups, hideous hangovers, and juvenile mischief." Her editor says it's "the perfect summer read." Oh, these canny publishers and their brilliantly inventive marketing slogans. It almost makes you wonder why no one reads anymore!

Poor Tatum O'Neal: Just a couple of weeks after she was busted for trying to buy crack, her ex-husband John McEnroe is so eager to rid himself of all reminders of their marriage that he's selling a 20-year-old Warhol portrait of the two of them. The former "superbrat" of tennis hopes to get $790,000 for the painting when it goes under the hammer at Sotheby's in London on July 1st. He says he plans to give the money to Habitat for Humanity. Which we're sure is a pure and noble gesture and not at all a PR tactic to cast him in as different a light as possible to the recovering addict mother of his kids.

You know CoCo, Ice-T's fabulously well-endowed wife, don't you? Not that there's much to know, really, except her real name is Nicole Austin, she's a former stripper, and she enjoys the finest things that life has to offer. Like skin-tight leather pants, daily spray-on tanning sessions, and white gold bling courtesy of Jacob the Jeweler. Well, it turns out CoCo can, in fact, talk. (Or giggle at least.) And she doesn't seem to mind that that her husband describes her as a fun, shiny accessory, like his sportscar, as this clip makes clear.

• For his next act, former Bear Stearns CEO Alan Schwartz may jump to private equity. [NYP]