saturdae

saturday night i was at a private table in a v.i.p. area, sipping two-hundred-dollar bottle-service vodka. it tasted alright. i was wearing a ralph lauren vertically striped fitted polo shirt underneath a marc jacobs crewneck wool/microfiber sweater. denim longpants by diesel and shoes by kenneth cole rounded out the ensemble. even with the free bottles, i still felt the need to buy a drink from the bar, which i then gave to someone i didn’t know. i’m not exactly sure why. mostly, i just wanted someone to look at met instead of through me. mostly, it was a good night.