Profuse apologies for being so out of touch this week. My weave has been so over processed, over worked, and is so...over it! Mommy, where's my trustfund money? I can't even deal with this "working" anymore. It's destroying my spirit. Socialites aren't meant to work. Just drink, walk red carpets, and go to jail (then be taken out and thrown right back in - Sorry Paris!).
Wednesday evening was delightful. Ms. Sam had her fairwell bash as she is skipping off to London for a new job. I couldn't be more jealous! Sammy, get me a job! Sponsor this socialite! Lots of cocktails and dancing to be had!
Thursday evening, I had a gorgeous dinner with Ms. Sheree. Holla at Shun Lee! The Gran Marnier Shrimp were divine! Thanks for a tasty dinner, Sheree!
And last night? What fabulous thing did I do? Oh, I worked my weave until nearly 11PM, came home, had dinner, watched some Oprah, and said "Oh Hell No!" and went to bed.
I've got some more work to do today (ugh!) and then will be off to see Ms. Natalie M. for her belated birthday celebration at Room 18 tonight! Holla!
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