mama's advice.

i went to a "celebrity" last night at the museum of the city of new york. i heard, though did not see, that assorted reality television and d-list celebrities were in attendance. a fabulous man once said, "in the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes." (andy warhol) so clairvoyant, mr. warhol.

the house drink was an "ex-boyfriend," a tart pink drink that's heavy on the rum. i cannot find the recipe on any of the umpteen web pages devoted to drinks named such crazy things as woo-woo and yog. if i see a fool ask for a "woo-woo," i'll be sure to taser him.

precious brought along her friend jessica plus drunk joanne (that has a special ring) and joe. we smchoozed a bit while joanne anxiously waited to see if she had won a diane von furstenberg bag? dress? it's unclear.

the reason why i call this post mama's advice is because presh, jessica, and i walked through an east harlem housing project to the museum on 5th wearing short, tight cocktail dresses. i noted at the time the scenario had only the ingredients for "what not to do" including the men on the corner calling jessica "snowflake."

after the gala, we rode down to alphabet city to the luca lounge, an expensive bistro where the chef gave me a comp mushroom and chicken pizza (plus his number). i won't call.

all in all, a good thursday night.