i want to be a hilton

the title refers to a show of the same name, where contestants duke it out to be the most perfect socialite wannabe under the tutelage of kathy hilton, aka pari's mum in a reality show ala trump's apprentice. don't actually know the point of the reality show, or what the prize is that these people are willing to humiliate themselves to such lengths over national tv. but it does make for good entertainment, and fantasizing about the fabulous life a socialite leads- sipping afternoon tea with friends, weekly manicures and pedicures, oodles of shopping- does make my long days feel somewhat shorter... as my other favorite play girl and socialite Holly Golightly proclaims, Tiffany's is th nicest place in the world!
I was going to have a taste of that high society life this past weekend, because my friend promised to bring me to his country club in dc, where i was visiting. we were going to swim and play golf (rather he play while i collect the stray balls =p). But the inhumanely warm weather outside on sunday intervened, so we decided to forgo those plans and stayed in to watch a movie instead... well, this wkend wasn't a total waste, because i got to eat the best pho dc has to offer, met up with dolly, and got treated like royalty by wellian, who opened the passenger door of his car for me almost all the time! how very old school =p but boys, remember, ladies like to be treated like tt sometimes, it soothes their egos =p
unfortunately, the end of my dc vacation also marks the beginning of another work week, and the cycle begins...