Friday, December 11, 2009

The Ladies who Lunch; and us.

What a trip. I just returned from my Company's Holiday Lunch, held at the Doubles Club. For those who don't know what that is ( I didn't), it's the private club within the venerable Sherry Netherland Hotel. Our Lunch was terrific, though the real entertainment was the people watching. This place was filled with every 5th Ave Dowager within a mile. Wow, what it must be like to lunch in opulence day in and day out, pretending not to notice your many friends plastic surgery or that the story they just had to tell you, you've heard from them at least three times.
When we arrived, they glared at us like barbarians looking to rape and pillage. What's funny about that is, if you ever want to see a society lady get ghetto, try and take the last bon bon at the desert table. She'll fuck you up. So what's interesting to me remains that this set of people, who are mostly in God's waiting room, have decided to spend their days in complete isolation. They are isolated from the masses, creating a diminishing return to society. Its almost sad.

Promenade.

Me and my adorable Sophie kicking back on a promenade bench.