the problem with being a VIP

we went to this big event last night. the misshapes were DJing. it was hot.

a warehouse had been turned into a "hotel" by stoli and we were given our own private room (couches, a bed, armchairs), complete with a bouncer to come in and drag out people who'd sneak in when his back was turned. we were getting bottle service in there but at the bars outside...they were serving yumminess with rosemary and thyme as garnish. also outside: the canapes, which never made it past the bouncer and into our room.

and still outside: hot, sometimes straight, guys.

so although we had this little room and everybody was peering in and wanted to be on our side of the curtain...we sat inside, lonely and hungry, looking out in envy at herb spiked mixed drinks, the misshapes playing out of sight and around the corner.

the grass is always greener....