I am 58. My mother is 89. Last time I saw her the first thing she said to me was ‘do you want me to frost your hair?’ The answer has been ‘no, but thanks’ since 1974.

also Jermajesty

I never noticed Jay Z has those freaky long Arsenio fingers.

You are forgetting Prince and Jermajesty

I still feel bad that Tammy Faye Bakker died before she got to try the modern wonder that is Latisse. I bet she would have spread that shit on sandwiches.

I WENT TO CAMP WITH PATTY CLARKSON. Yes I did.

The sack dress looks chic as hell on non-sack-like people.

I’m sorry Pamela but I can’t read this until you do me a favor and put something on those damn party hats

That has always been my least- favorite crayon in the 64-box

So he pats her on the ass instead

QUICK LET’S BUILD A WALL

Did I read that correctly? There is a Bagatelle in NYC? Because I don’t want to go to Sandbar.

Also, smmmmmaaaarrrter than the AVERAGE BEAR

He just wanted that pick-a-nick basket

That was all Don Juan. MAYBE ON SUNDAY CAUSE I’M CHRISTIAN.

Magazine Street for shopping and strolling, Commander’s Palace for brunch, the Pontchartrain Hotel roof ber for the view, Felis’s for ersters.

Okay, so I know one person who has this kind of life (late twenties, lives in Cali, has satchels of dough) so I accosted him Monday night. Firstly, when I asked him if he went he said sure he heard about it and talked about going briefly but to him it sounded like a stupid expensive four days with shit bands so…

Pink lemonade snoball, 2 meat pies (spicy) crawfish bread, key lime tart, frozen coffee

Shhhhhhhhh