Birthday surprises

[xp_whitequeen]

Rich men gave me prizes tonight. Apparently for my excellent services to industry. I wore something white and glittering and sheer and listened to exactly what services they wished me to perform. Them and their trophy wives. Some of them were quite - inventive.

I drank champagne and cognac and ate fine French food and celebrated vive la France.

Then I dropped in on the Brownstone to catch up with some work and I find my staff have decided that it's pantsless o'clock and to raid all of the liquor cabinets.

So, would any of you drunken panting pantless singing heathens care to worship Auntie Em at half past her birthday?

Comments

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

....wow.

can i be you when i grow up?

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

If you work hard, study hard, learn a business from the ground up and spend 20 hours a day running the various aspects of your life, yes.

Or fuck rich men and steal their stuff.

Whatever works.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

you are quite possibly the coolest person i have ever met.

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

It's a gift.

[x-m.livejournal.com]

That sounds like work. I have a moral objection to that. I think I prefer my dad's solution, where I just had to rock up at meetings and evesdrop every so often.

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

Having moral objections requires having morals and I'm sure that a number of people you work with will inform you that I'm entirely bereft of those.

Besides, some of us love it.

Our work, that is.