I have my whole team w me- bitches and my forest of mythical lady beings from all walks of life. I’m getting wasted - we are on our second bottle of vodka and I’m also being bought coups of veuve cliquot by ex party boy, now sober sally, now college drop out, now successful entrepreneur who may very well be younger than I. He captivates my intrigue and lord knows I’m this shameless social butterfly when drunk.
Can you predict what happened? Probably not. But I'd love to see you try...
Get at me
MM
