Some New Yorkers party. Here's a report from a hip new club in NYC, called Bungalow 8. Money quote:
Next up was a blond woman in her late 30's. She was wearing a black fedora from the men's department at Bergdorf Goodman, a black Moschino dress and shoes by Christian Loubouton. I asked her about Iraq.
"A rack? You mean titties? Like a really big rack?"
Iraq.
"Don't ever waste a moment in life. Fly to the moon and play amongst the stars, be happy, understand how lucky we are and don't fight," she said. "I feel personally connected in one way I'm a mother, and every day in Iraq somebody is losing their child. My little girl will never go to Iraq. I'm sorry, she'll go to Prada."
Read the whole thing. And be careful not to gag.
A reader comments:
Bungalow 8 has been around for years. It's even in a Sex and the City episode. I'm sure it was hardly worth going to when it was 'hip" and "new"; and now that it's a hangout for wannabes, I'm sure it's even less so - if that's possible.
I'm struck by how many defensive emails I've gotten from New Yorkers. Chill. We know you're not all like that.