Or I will be VERY CROSS.
Remember Anna Delvey? How fucking delicious was that? I still remember getting home from work, the day after Memorial Day, making myself a martini, dry, dirty, and with lots of olives, and checking in on the Datalounge, a wonderfully disgusting and vile place, to find…this amazingness!
It was
So crass
So funny
So mortifying
So supremely New York
I was obsessed. I can’t think of anything that’s quite matched it since. It’s the fifth anniversary. Bitches, please step up.
I’m sick to death of liberals and neo-fascists at each others’ throats about tiny differences in national policy. It’s going to be the death of me.
Help me, datalounge kenobi…you’re my only hope!