Lifestyles of the rich …
… and those related to them
Hello from New York!
I’m still in no-mans-land, in terms of living arrangements, etc. but hopefully more of that will be sorted out this weekend. In any event, one quick story from the weekend that some of you might find, if not only bizarre, but perhaps a bit entertaining …
So this past weekend (my first in New York), my friend and her sister came to visit me. One of the nights we met up with a girl that my friend knows from work. Anyhow, this “friend-of-my-friend” happens to be chums with some rogue Kennedy kid … who was all of maybe 24 years old … has been publicly arrested a couple of times … lives in this ridiculous condo that I’m sure his salary is not paying for … has to explain to his grandmother why he cannot drive the family Bentley to work as a first year i-banking analyst …. and who happens to be best friends with (of all people) Mariah Carey’s brother. So sure enough, we all end up going out together. Naturally, since we’re with these quasi-celebs, we end up at some “exclusive” or “members only” bar or whatever where only bottle service flies, and champagne by the magnum is ordered … but only after mid-night.
Random celebrity sighting – Mickey Rourke – Dude looks like he lived a rough life. (And plastic surgery totally confirmed). He’s shorter than you’d expect, older than you’d expect, but at least as buff as you’d expect. He also (very strangely) had some 300lbs bouncer with a braided pony-tail rubbing his lower back. It was weird.
Meanwhile, at the table next to us, a gaggle of very good-looking girls were dancing on a table (naturally). And again, naturally, one was so drunk she quickly fell right off the table on onto her face. The one hot guy that was with this gaggle of girls quickly scooped her up, brought her to the couch he was sitting on, and paid some attention to her. I think that made her feel better. Other entertaining sightings of the night included a model in the bathroom that worked at the bar b*tching to her boyfriend that she was double booked for shoots the next day, all the while balancing her legs on the sink where I needed to wash my hands and smoking a cigarette. And who says models aren’t multi-talented!!! Another hammered girl, who I spotted while en route to said washroom, was calling some guy on her cell for a booty call. On my way back from the washroom, she had her face firmly planted against the wall and was making some noise that sounded much like she was crying. I guess he said “no”. Both the washroom attendant and I were bewildered.
I decided to cut out “early” at 2am, but apparently the others, with Mariah Carey’s brother and rogue Kennedy kid in tow, took a hailed limo (of course) back to Mariah Carey’s brother’s place, where he not only had a turn-table set up in the middle of his living room, but also served pink champagne to the ladies. Obviously. Regular crystal just won’t do sometimes – Diddy be damned.
Just hilarious.
More updates from NYC-land to come…
