so yeah hrh and i went to a party for party planners.
things started out so innocently. the space was beautiful and the vodka shot bar was made of ice.
they were serving a specialty cocktail called the ex boyfriend. vodka, passion fruit, mango? something like this. so we had a couple of ex boyfriends.
we met jorge the venezuelan and luis the cuban puerto rican. we ate lobster and mango hors d'oeurves and olives and goat cheese and quince paste and whatnot.
i said, "i need another ex boyfriend."
and we all had another round of ex boyfriends. and then another.
and we danced.
and workhorse and owen stopped by.
and some of us had too many ex boyfriends.
isn't that always the way?