perfect legs extending from their short; itchy Constance uniforms; cigarettes and coffees in their
hands。 At the bottom of the steps he stopped and looked back at the imposing stone building with
its brightly colored banners。 He was going to think with his balls once and for all。
Uh…oh。 Is he going to steal more Viagra?
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hey people!
This late night post…party wrap…up is ing at you from the luxurious confines of my boudoir;
cats and kittens; where I?m lying in bed wrapped in one…thousand…thread…count Egyptian cotton
sheets。 I?m also scarfing the only surefire hangover buster?chocolate croissants from Balthazar。
But none of this is nearly as deliciously or delectably yummy asB? s goodbye party。 All I have to
say is; if you weren?t there; too bad。 You missed out on the party of the year?if not the century。
But I won?t rub it in your faces?too much。After all; there?s always next year。 Or not。
Anyhoozle; I?ve just taken my La Mer ice mask out of the freezer and am ready to lie back in
bed and depuff my tired lids; so this will have to be a quickie。 And everyone knows that
sometimes; quickies are just what the doctor ordered。 Notthat kind of quickie! Get your mind out
of the gutter。
sightings
Cand his new friendG are inseparable?and the party was no exception。 Those of you who stuck it
out until the bitter end will rememberC andG dancing around a fast…melting ice
sculpture?whileC ?s fuzzy white snow monkey stuffed his furry muzzle with gold…flecked
cupcakes。 。 。 。K andI in the Met?s bathroom stalls; their arms and legs streaked with white paint;
taking turns holding one another?s hair out of their faces。 That flight down to Rollins together is
going to be brutal。B having her picture taken arm in arm withS on the front steps of the Met?guess
those two kissed and made up?again。 。 。 。 Speaking of performances on the steps of the Met; how
about those crazy Czech weirdos; doing their encore performance of ?Ode to Love? at about 4
a。m。? Were they eveninvited? 。 。 。N walking down Fifth Avenue talking in hushed; excited tones on
his cell。 Was he calling his dealer?
Dawn will be here soon enough; and you know I?ll be the first to report on what the new day
brings when I wake up。 ?Night; all。
You know you love me。