Rule number one: Never believe anything anyone tells you in bed. Beds are safe spaces where lies take root and grow, grow, grow all the way to the ceiling until, suddenly, you’ll find yourself surrounded by nothing but lies.
You will watch Bravo shows in your jammies, and then have a serious discussion about North Korea over dinner at a chic Manhattan bistro. You will also probably get to use the word “summer” as a verb. He is a Vanderbilt, after all.
With the 2012 Olympics looming around the corner, the games will be a common topic of discussion at water coolers, bars, homes and cocktail parties around the world. If your knowledge of olympic history is lacking, but you’d like to take part in these conversation — look no further!
A stale brick tenement on West 72nd Street on Sunday afternoon, New York, New York. In this year nineteen ninety-six. Seinfeld with his notes at his table, the smell of his clothes priestlike, dry flesh within.
The pictures were standard, the usual still shots of us laughing together like we were in an Olive Garden commercial (“Spicy Alfredo with Shrimp! Oh, what a silly order!”). But what was curious was that in every single photo, one of my friends was making the Duck Face.