Even the Euros are Sick of the Euros

Please excuse all the watermarks, this pic is way better than the one on guest of a guest!

Last night I went to Louis Sarmiento’s 30th Birthday because, let’s be honest, there’s nothing else to do these days besides for party with the euros. It was a sit down dinner for 100 people at where else, Bagatelle- of course the dinner was at Bagatelle. I was seated across from Patrick McMullan who was trying to set me up with his 21 yr old son, who he swears is as mature as a 30 yr old (which makes total sense since all the 30 yr olds that I know act like they’re 21), and then sandwiched between Brie Cross and a blond euro in a pink Herve Leger dress. Said euro turns to me and in a heavy eastern european accent asks,

“Vere are all de Americans boys? I am sick of de Italians and Russians. I vant to play vith the boys who dress, how do you say, preppy.”

I paused, looked around the room that was home to a 3:1 ratio of girls to guys and shook my head. She definitely wasn’t going to find them here. But what was I to do? Direct her to Brother Jimmy’s and The Village Tavern? I did what since le recession I have become quite good at and changed the subject to bigger and brighter things, like her Leviev shopping bag. I mean who carries around a Leviev shopping bag? Out came the most gorgeous diamond bracelet I’ve ever seen. How do you say “jealous”, because that’s what I was. All of sudden I didn’t want to be hanging out with euros anymore either. I gave Miss Cross a kiss goodbye and was home by 1 am with just enough awake-ness left to watch 30 Rock, which I reminded myself they do not have on Russian yachts in Capri.