“Image is very important to me. But I’m always asking myself: ‘How much is personal expression, and how much is facade?’”
Tonight I went to a ridiculous dinner in NYC with my aunt and uncle from LA, my grandparents, and my sister. I drank wine that was $278 a bottle. I ate 4 courses off a fixed menu. When the waiters placed our food on the table they did it in exact unison. LIKE IN BEATY AND THE BEAST OR SOME SHIT. I was like WHAT. Then before dessert they brought out tiny little scoops of pear sorbet to cleanse our pallet. The weird thing about super fancy places is that usually I
1. Probably understand 2/3 of the words in the food descriptions
2. Once I finally choose the food I swear to g-d I don’t recognize it once it’s placed in front of me.