if you didn’t have fancy cheese, a fresh baguette, and

drink champagne with friends while dying your hair pink…

and then pull on your sequined pants and attend a fancy soiree-

and alledgedly afterward smuggle a few bottles of veuve clicquot & cupcakes into an iconic dive bar

(ok i gave the doorman the cupcakes )

to possibly drink surreptitiously on the dance floor…

and maybe share with the dj..

who mixed old school hip hop til four in the morn…

well then… your head probably doesn’t hurt as much as mine…

xoxo

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