Yes, that's right. It's a cold tranny mess up in NYC today. It's gloomy and wet - apparently Mother Nature forgot her Depends and we've got a leak situation going on. She should switch to Bounty. Or maybe I should tape some sanitary napkins' situation on my head.
My weekend was fairly Betty Ford chic. Friday night, I met up with Ms. Kelly for a lovely dinner at the Soho House rooftop. There was more foreskin than botox up in that bitch. But indeed the food was delicious. After a few rounds of beverages, my weave expired and I hustled my way home. Saturday, I had the pleasure of doing some serious lounging. Now a lot of people think that I have naturally flawless skin (...errrr ahem cough cough), but it's really because all of us need a break sometimes when we lounge about indoors and smother various skin caviars all over our faces (think Tara Reid in Duke's lacrosse team's locker room at the end of the night) and we come out the other side looking gorgeous and radiant.
Has anyone seen "I Am Legend"? Now, I know what you're thinking! What? Twat? That's not a teen romantic comedy!! Why is this drunken socialite bitch indulging in a blockbuster feature on a Saturday night? Because my little Fresh Prince of Bel-Air is up in that shit and gave a brilliant performance. Yes, it's a big blockbuster movie full of special effects and I am sure movie snobs everywhere are deepthroating chainsaws in protest, but fuck that shit. I thoroughly enjoyed it and would recommend it to anyone I remotely would glance at. I just wished that Sam, the dog, would have been replaced with Carlton. Now THAT would have won some serious Oscars. Suck it, Helen Mirren!
On Sunday, I met Ms. Berna for a tasty brunch at Soho House before we lazed the afternoon away shopping and judging the peeps on the street. As my girl Whoopi says in my favorite movie of all time, Jumpin Jack Flash, "There's some funky lookin people in New York!". Later in the evening, I met Ms. Lisa for a gorgeous dinner at Da Silvano where we dumped some mighty tasty Italian fare down our throats.
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