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“Hey, what are you doing right now?”
“Hey! Sort of having Cristal with Kanye’s entourage. No, not kidding.”
“So you’re saying you don’t want to meet me at the Waldorf for a drink?”
“Hey, what are you doing right now?”
“Hey! Sort of having Cristal with Kanye’s entourage. No, not kidding.”
“So you’re saying you don’t want to meet me at the Waldorf for a drink?”
There might come a day, where you find yourself exiting a Duane Reade with band aids because you stabbed yourself with your new drawing pen, and you are thinking aloud how you will manage to fashion a meal out of Wasa crackers and Hawaiian Punch, and you will for some reason still have on the heels that you wore to work, and a man coming from a radio interview with a twenty thousand dollar chain hanging from his neck will stop you with “Miss! Miss! You dropped something!” and bend to the ground and pretend to pick up something but really pick up nothing and say, “You dropped my number!” and you will laugh and he will like it and then ask you to come with them to the hotel where he will pop champagne and then to the limo where there will be more and you pretend you have a boyfriend because he’s asked you if you want to go shopping at Gucci tomorrow and your response was “I can’t. I…have an expense report to finish.”
And you leave, because that is best, because you have been mistaken for someone or something else than what you are and you will one day be very grateful that you realized it first…
This must be someone else’s life…because it couldn’t possibly be mine.
8 comments:
You have the craziest stories I've ever heard.
In a good way.
I have to say that's pretty f-ing awesome. Maybe you should have said yes to Gucci... I might have!
Discretion is very likely the better part of valor in this instance. Though...Gucci...pret a porter...
http://www.gucci.com/us/us-english/us/fall-winter-07/womens-runway/#fw07_rtww_21
--Taupey
Taupey,
You're killing me with that beautiful link.
If only I was okay with selling soul/body for shiny trinkets...stupid morality and conscience.
But you have moral righteousness on your side, and surely that counts more than really gorgeous clothes.
It does, doesn't it?
Hmmmm.
Moral righteousness vs. gorgeous clothes.
You know, the conscience is a very elastic thing. Can be shaped and melded as needed.
Wow, cool. Did you get to see Kanye throw a tantrum?
And I think it's a good thing I'm not a woman. I'd probably be one of those shallow golddigging types who would've have the good sense to leave.
K, note I began my comment with an allusion to (your) valor. Morals is the new black. I am happy you liked the outfit, it's hard to imagine which outfit to put on an imaginary person known only by her blog. Proving once again I know 8way* too much about fashion for a straight guy.
--Taupey
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