And in honor of it, my mom and each came up with little ideas about how she might be celebrating today:
My mom's:
Well, first she gets a daily haircut. Then she sucks some oxygen for nourishment. Then she goes into her all black closet with her night goggles so that she can distinguish between garments. Then she selects a pair of jackie o sunglasses of which she has 20 identical pairs (oh sidebar, I almost got a similar pair but [oldest daughter] thought they made me look bug eyed!) and then she calls her pa to blow out her candles on her bcake and then she goes skydiving with Andre Leon Tally in their matching chinchilla coats.
Mine:
She wakes up and her PA brings in a Hermes fedora with pieces of paper imported from France folded in it with different names of Vogue employees (the lower ones) written on them. She pulls out 5 names and those are the ones getting fired. Yay for birthdays! She opens her closet and takes out the outfit marked “November 3, 2009.” She then gets word that her PA fired the 5 staffers and she celebrates by having a martini, no fatty olives. She then spends the rest of the day keeping her hair in place and sending away cheap $5,000 gifts from lowly Vogue staffers and designers. For her birthday celebration she meets up with Vanity Fair’s Graydon Carter at The Waverly Inn where they spend the night not eating, yet somehow racking up a $3,000 bill, and laughing about how they rule the world. Well, she doesn’t laugh, just nods in agreement. Before the end of the night, Andre Leon Tally comes in and gifts her with the Hope Diamond. Lady Wintour decides he will live to see another day of employment.
Hope you laughed!
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