8:10 p.m. Tuesday, February 28, 2006
(I dial the phone)
Ariel: Hello?
Me: What on Earth is The Seacrest wearing?
Ariel: I have no idea. Is that velvet?
Me: I don’t want to know. Could it be a velvet tuxedo jacket with satin trim?
Ariel: Maybe he’s “taking a risk.”
Me: I might have to take back everything I said about him on my blog.
*******
Well, I don’t know if it’s come to that, you guys, but in addition to the (velvet tuxedo?) jacket The Seacrest had on (chose to wear?) last night, his hair wasn’t even spiky. I was a little sad in the heart.
I have written the following letter in the hopes that this sartorial nightmare will end.
Dear The Seacrest,
I only say this because I care about you.
Please hire a stylist who knows the difference between vintage and someone’s old crap.
Also, if you’re not busy, would you like to have dinner with me and some friends on Friday? Let me know.
Love,
23broadstreet
RSVP, regrets only: [email protected]
(I dial the phone)
Ariel: Hello?
Me: What on Earth is The Seacrest wearing?
Ariel: I have no idea. Is that velvet?
Me: I don’t want to know. Could it be a velvet tuxedo jacket with satin trim?
Ariel: Maybe he’s “taking a risk.”
Me: I might have to take back everything I said about him on my blog.
*******
Well, I don’t know if it’s come to that, you guys, but in addition to the (velvet tuxedo?) jacket The Seacrest had on (chose to wear?) last night, his hair wasn’t even spiky. I was a little sad in the heart.
I have written the following letter in the hopes that this sartorial nightmare will end.
Dear The Seacrest,
I only say this because I care about you.
Please hire a stylist who knows the difference between vintage and someone’s old crap.
Also, if you’re not busy, would you like to have dinner with me and some friends on Friday? Let me know.
Love,
23broadstreet
RSVP, regrets only: [email protected]
