Tonight I went to a housewarming party at my friend Geronimo's out in the Marigny. His roommate is moving back to L.A., so it was also a going away party (all too many of those nowadays)
It was all pretty low key.
Nursing a rum and coke, loitering over the vegetable platter, I overhear:
"Yeah, I always carry an icepick in my purse. Wanna see it?
Ever since I was shot,"
The 60 something pre-op trans-sexual lesbian/former Navy man tells the cute young lesbian couple on the couch.
"My son says I ought to move. He's stationed up in Virgina. He's a big Saints fan."
Salma Hayek and Francois Pinault at the ‘Fondazione Cini, Isola Di San
Giorgio’ in Venice
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Because there’s nothing we love more in the world than telling billionaires
they have no style. Unfortunately, Mr. and Mrs. Fashion, aka Francois-Henri
P...
4 comments:
whoa...I usually keep my ice pick in my sock.
"The 60 something pre-op trans-sexual lesbian/former Navy man"
Why are all the parties that I go to NEVER this interesting?
Uh...three words, Jason:
Larry
Frogs
Bea Arthur.
I think you've been to some interesting parties all right.
OMG, you're right! LOL. I'd totally blocked that out of my memory! Thanks for the refreshment. ;)
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