Last Thursday was the belated celebration of Mr. Jeremiah's big birthday. I won't reveal his age because a lady never tells but Happy Birthday to you, boo! A gaggle of us celebrated with some tasty Portuguese fare at Pao. Wine, champagne, and shots later, we were properly sloshed yelling 1-800-LOVES-IT at anyone who would listen (PS: Do NOT call that number because it is 1-800-DISGUSTING). We headed to Sway afterwards but after one drink, my weave turned to straw and I had to go home and rest it.
Friday night, I made a mistake. A big mistake. Something so earth shattering, so horrifying, so weave altering, it's hard to describe or comprehend. I had the distinct mispleasure of watching...BLOND AMBITION...starring Ms. Jessica Simpson. Holy shitballs, talk about a monumental waste of time. How on God's green earth did they convince the likes of Owen Wilson and Penny Marshall to star in this disaster? I would rather hump a porcupine than sit though that again. Boo!
Saturday night, Ms. Simone threw an amazing dinner party at her lovely Midtown digs. Well done, my pet! A smashing apartment, a gorgeous menu...the way a dinner party should be.
Sunday was Easter. Did everyone find eggs shoved between their legs? Or perhaps some Peeps? Gosh they are so damn sticky when you shove them up your... Wait. Ms. Berna and I decided to have a delicious Easter celebratory dinner at Craft and it was simply amazing. Loves it, recommends it...Hit it.
Monday was the Mariah and Hills party...see below post.
Tuesday was a belated celebration of Ms. Kelly's birthday at Nobu. Nothing like dumping loads of seafood down your throat to end an evening. It certainly was delectable going in, but the next morning my mouth tasted like a musty fat lady's vagina. Grotesque.
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