Where the pulchritude goes to shop
Last night in all our finery, L and T and I went to the big Saks Fifth Avenue gala after having two bottles of champagne and some twist and two lousy attempts at the Electric Slide. H dropped us off at the white carpet entrance and we walked in feeling all that. Inside we were shocked by all the bad face lifts and injectables and possibly the coup de grace was witnessing the plastic surgeon that was so highly recommended but so badly done up that I had to laugh. Meanwhile, we managed to drink more champagne than we should have and ran into TL who had tickets to HOB’s My Morning Jacket. So, all of us, in tow behind TL, walked a couple of blocks to HOB, standing there while he effortlessly got us all into the Foundation Room where we found a sofa and watched yet, what I think, were the more beautiful people in motion.
Too much champagne later – sometimes – I do declare – I think I need a shock collar.
And now to NY. Andale!