the real fake

this blog is a virtual party. it's like that scene in breakfast at tiffany's--you seen it? you must. but the party. holly golightly (the fantastic achingly excruciatingly fantastic audrey hepburn) meanders, the original party sprite, through all the hanging smoke and teetering drinks. there's the hot young sneaky-eyed writer/gigolo guy (that azure-eyed dude who ended up in the "a team"--george peppard. YES! george peppard). and there's the gabbilionnare sexy foreigner who doesn't have to say a damn thing he's all delicate pomp and lickable. and the woman weeping - just weeeeeeeping - into the mirror with her cruella deville cigarette holder and her mascara leaking down her face. there are the drunk playboys and the drunker straps-falling-off-the-shoulder amazon model girls, beautiful and kinda dumb - at least that's what you think to make you feel better. oh, there's more. but i gotta go to the bathroom right quick before the line snakes....