I wish I could have taken a picture of the “couple” sitting next to me. The girl was about 20 lbs overweight smacking on french fries (that was after two salads) sitting next to her “beau” wearing ripped true religions and a cowboy pearl button down shirt while talking on TWO phones. Their cocktail of choice: espresso martinis with steak and salad. Where do I begin?? Honey, close your mouth, focus on the salad. Opt for a vodka instead of a 500 calorie martini, and stop saying “Oh my god” while adjusting your boobs. And as for you sir, let’s put the phones down at the dinner table, after all, it is her birthday. I hope she can offer some help with your wardrobe, otherwise you’re going to have to move back to LA circa 2002. Otherwise just go to Barney’s or even Club Monaco and let the sales people give you a makeover. Do yourselves a favor and let the waiter order your meal and appropriate wine to pair with it, at least let your food have style.
Is that mean??? No!
Here’s the entry I was thinking about. Twenty pounds overweight? Oh no!!!! How dare a woman enjoy eating. How dare she order a 500 calorie drink! The nerve.
Maybe I should start an organic juice fast so I can fit in.
I had 2 margaritas, nachos, and a burrito for dinner last night. I would SO not make it around these judgmental, superficial, socialite losers. And I like it that way. Oh, and I was TOTALLY looking things up on Wikipedia during dinner on my phone, SOCIAL FAUX PAX TIMES TWENTY!
