I’m buzzing. Richard and I went to go ‘look pretty’ at an opening party for the new W Hotel on Adams. We went and had free drinks and loiunged around trying to look as trendy as possible. We had dinner at Thyme which rocked and then danced at Roscoe’s for a bit. The three cocktails I’ve had tonight are working their magicks and I must retire to slumber.
Veal patty count: 4 patties.
Now this is offensive:
“Dog Owners Want to Spend Day as a Stray: Battersea Dogs’ Home has been inundated with calls after it offered a couple the chance to spend a day living like stray dogs.”
Don’t we call this being homeless? Oh that’s right – the homeless aren’t cuddly cute and obedient to their masters. This pisses me off.