tea menu @ Ezra’s Pound, Dupont
8 min @ the above
This is serious. Not life threatening, but my life as I know it is at risk of irreparable change and it will not feel good… Stop it, you understood every word I said and you have to help me. We have to put the sibling shit on a time out… Here’s the thing, it’s a formal dinner. His entire family will be there, yeah even the one they call the Dowager… I know right, could it be more intimidating? But honestly I could give a shit if they like me. Well that’s a lie, I do care if they like me, I just don’t care if they don’t like me for superficial shit like my haircut or that I’ve got black fingernails… I know, nail polish could actually be the ultimate deal breaker. But fuckit I’m not going to throw a fifty dollar manicure down the drain… No! That’s my point, I’m not going to take it off. The shit’s supposed to last two weeks… But you gotta help me with what to wear, I know you’ve got some magazine over there with some anorexic glamazon in black nail polish managing to not look like an angry intellectual. I wish I could just look at the whole lot of them as an anthropological research assignment and not care.
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