Angel hosted Club Glam, so I trekked over to Wall Street. Smoking inside always feels celebratory, and you know how I am with my Irish heritage, but the Blarney Stone Pub was not what I needed that night. I remember telling someone, “Yep, we all gotta kiss the proverbial Blarney Stone this summer”; I don’t know what I meant by that but they didn’t think it was funny or respond so that’s probably where my night started going downhill. I often wonder why aggressively sexy people don’t have better parties to go to than me. Can’t Sean Ford get in somewhere with AC? I hung with Molly Valdez, who is a joy, and Judson Valdez, who is my hero. Most of the night, I was just hoping someone would ask if I’m Irish so I could explain my family relation to Whitey Bulger.
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