Just received this text: “Its gonna be perfect to mow and apparently michael jackson died!”
I spent the entire afternoon Saturday at Lord Fletchers on Lake Minnetonka. The people that frequent that place are from an entirely different world then I live in.
The first things you notice are the 200,000 dollar boats, and a parking lot that looks like an H2 dealership, but the differences go a lot deeper than that. At the table next to us, for example, they were talking about riding in the limo the other night with Tara Reid and Fez. Which isn’t “hey, Hugh flew us down to Cobo” cool but it’s deffinatly bragable as a sweet night out. They, however, were talking about it like it was absolutely no big deal. Just like I’d say, “yeah I bought groceries last night” they were like “yeah I was clubin’ with Tara last night”.
I was waiting for my chance to bust into my own version the “Hey you know Sergio?” scene on that citrus liquor commercial – and fly all over the country in bling-bling private jet style, but I guess no one there knew Sergio. Also, I’m aware I can’t pull off using bling in s sentence- just humor me.
Why is it that when we hit a certain age we think it’s cool to decorate with empty liquor bottles or cases? (I’m guilty too) Or, when they take it step further and use them as furniture. Go into the home of anyone between the ages of 18-21 and you will see what I’m talking about. JD bottles as far as the eye can see. Some with neon colors inside, others just rinsed half ass’d making them perfect fruit fly magnets. I wish I had pictures of Robbins’ apartment loft, the loft was made from returnable bottle cases – hundreds of them.