Party party party

It is a moral imperative that you spend a little too much of your money partying. Rent a boat. Buy a table. Pop a bottle. Get uncomfortable when the bill comes. Get happy when the sparklers come out. Lean into it. Throw ones at strippers. Order the Perrier-Jouet.

I live my life in service to all the little bullshit. Too much time in LA I can’t help myself. I want 4 orders of Stone Crab claws. I want the Wagyu. Put some truffle on top. Shave it fresh. Let me stare at my dates eyes as it falls on top of the pasta. Let me see the snout print.

The aversion to what I’m describing is faker than the actual thing. It’s so easy to say oh these losers oh this isn’t even fun oh I like sitting around drinking beers with the same people i see every weekend. Bullshit.

It’s like leftism. Oh yeah you believe all these things until you can actually get them. Stop lying to yourself start living. Push it push it.