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Speaking of Paris Hilton
Jun. 2nd, 2005 11:49 amI'm hoping for years of entertainment, ala Brenda Frazier:
http://www.divasthesite.com/Society_Divas/brenda_frazier_a.htm
http://www.divasthesite.com/Society_Divas/brenda_frazier_a.htm
Jun. 2nd, 2005
Fun night out
Jun. 2nd, 2005 11:59 pmI went out to dinner with my boss and two people from the main vendors working on a big project for us. Cocktails in at the Viceroy, dinner at Suenos, they are so smart and dysfunctional and functional at the same time I thought I was watching _Who's afraid of virginia woolf_. Eastern Europe meets Israel. Weird.
After dinner one of the vendors suggested going to club that only certain people knew about, it seemed like an office going in and then it was a minimalist club where the woman at the front (who looked like she was manning a tag sale) said "Did you reserve a table?" with that attitude that dripped "I can tell that you didn't and I wish you weren't here". So I thought very loudly "Do you know who I am?" and the rest of the night they pretended they did. So weird. I think I have learned how to make demands that are acquiesed to.
It's been maybe two years since I have been in the meat packing district and it is 100% upside down from what it used to be. So So weird. "Here's where I fisted someone" while walking along the sidewalk amused my pretty inebriated companions.
In semi-concert with some people on my friends list, at dinner we had approbation from a neighboring table of Lady Catherine DeBurgh mother and simpering children - same makeup as in the A&E production - probably for using the word "fuck" as one out of three words averaged over the whole evening.
I took the ferry home and was glad I had my camera with me. In the spirit of being attentive, if you would please give me feedback on two photos, I can't tell which I like better, to make a whole set to match it.
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After dinner one of the vendors suggested going to club that only certain people knew about, it seemed like an office going in and then it was a minimalist club where the woman at the front (who looked like she was manning a tag sale) said "Did you reserve a table?" with that attitude that dripped "I can tell that you didn't and I wish you weren't here". So I thought very loudly "Do you know who I am?" and the rest of the night they pretended they did. So weird. I think I have learned how to make demands that are acquiesed to.
It's been maybe two years since I have been in the meat packing district and it is 100% upside down from what it used to be. So So weird. "Here's where I fisted someone" while walking along the sidewalk amused my pretty inebriated companions.
In semi-concert with some people on my friends list, at dinner we had approbation from a neighboring table of Lady Catherine DeBurgh mother and simpering children - same makeup as in the A&E production - probably for using the word "fuck" as one out of three words averaged over the whole evening.
I took the ferry home and was glad I had my camera with me. In the spirit of being attentive, if you would please give me feedback on two photos, I can't tell which I like better, to make a whole set to match it.
or