Tuesday, September 29, 2009

she's got the IV

The Ivy this morning, hangover breakfast. Catalena rubs my feet under the table while I finnish my risotto, the only thing worthy of putting in your mouth at this tragic place. some b-list celebrity has caught the attention of the other guests, but we're still too high on last nights escapistic adventures to even notice.

life is a dance, says Andrei for the seventh time since last night, and orders me another glass of Bellini.


  1. I saw u @ the Ivy, you looked very pale, ur male friend very handsome.