New York Rule

Yesterday afternoon, Ms. Jessica and I had quite the time at the aforementioned chili cook off. Nothing like a lovely afternoon with booze in hand and sitting on a roof deck while Texans and Eurotrash mill around us. Outdoor drinking really is just delicious! With the imminent rain, I went home, rested my weave, and called it a night. This ho does not go out in inclement weather. That's ridiculous.

Today, I met back up with Ms. Jessica and Ms. Nicola for a nice stroll through Soho. Quickly, the conversation turned to anal beads and horrified mothers from Connecticut within an earshot of our conversation fled with their children. Now pull them out slowly... We ended up at 60 Thompson for some more lovely outdoor drinking and appetizers at Kittichai before we decided that since we were so fabulous, we should have dinner at Da Silvano. As we were downing some Prosecco and delicious snacks, none other than Ms. Lindsay Lohan and her latest walking dildo, Callum Best, strolled in with a few frumpy friends! Yes, she's back from the Bahamas and at her favorite restaurant where I've spotted her before. Here's the scoop, people. To my great surprise, she actually ate this time! Clearly, she wasn't celebrating the flop of Georgia Rule but homegirl was puttin the food back like my apple bottom at a buffet. Soup's on! Also, rehab is definitely over. Let's just say she wasn't tossing back glasses of...water. La Lohan plus one came out for a ciggie at one point where the paparazzi snapped a few photos of her, and 25 minutes later, Mr. Callum rolled out for a cig as well. I love smokers...especially when they are putting on a show for us! Who needs to see Georgia Rule when I can watch it unfold right in front of our eyes! Screw you, Jane Fonda!