Thursday, June 5, 2008

La Wintour/Costume Institue Party of the Fucking Year

Imagine my suprise when my eco-friendly limo pulled up to the Met the other day, my slightly ungainly daughter swathed in roll-hiding tulle sitting beside me. Where was my chariot? Where was the escort? A tad bit of whiskey kept in my ram horn hip detail, I saw you were the last to arrive. And with that tennis playing beast in tow. Where's the loyalty.

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