As a drunken socialite, I always forget the golden rule. It's a lesson I've learned time and again. No dinner plus open bar equals a wack ass weave...and that's the shit I'm sporting today - I be lookin a hot mess, baby.
Last night, I attended a fabulous event to support an organization that provides treatment to breast cancer patients with no insurance. Like most events in NYC of this nature, no one had a clue why they were there but we all certainly knew there was open bar and gift bags. Big ups to Mr. Mikey for hookin the peeps up and introducing us to Jojo and Mya. What sweet ladies! Mya's performance was delicious as well. So were my four Blueberry Stoli's on the rocks! Also a big hello to Mr. Richie Rich - You are fab!
Then we zipped over to Retox but apparently were "early" when we were already 30 minutes late, so we swung over to Brite Bar for a few glasses of wine before heading back to Retox to dance the night away. Mr. Vinnie sure can throw a party and Fat Man Scoop DJ'ed some lovely tunes.
THEN, this drunken socialite zipped down to 14th Street for Richie's Happy Endings party at Lotus. More drinks but my weave was very sleepy so I had to get my situation home. Face down on the couch and good night!
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