And I thought my Noisepop birthday weekend at
the Clift was extravagant. Jeez Louise.
My co-worker has this one customer, and he does this kind of shit. Like, he and his wife spend $250,000 on clothes and food and just put that stuff on his Black Card when he's in Europe. Prada, Valentino's atelier (no, seriously), Chanel Couture, Dior, all that shit. They do this two to four times a month. I want him to adopt me. When he comes into town, she tells me my Daddy's visiting. He's kind of an ugmo, but one of his seven sons is a bachelor and is not totally hiddy.