sorry i missed your party, wall street | madison ave edition.

one day, i will figure out how to get on the cool kids' vip list. until then, i will just have to live vicariously through observing the exploits of their crème de la crème in the fashion meets finance photo gallery.

witness the following charmers who had just met, prior to posing for this photo:


and then later (but apparently not late enough):

meanwhile, the best comment at the source?

OMG... I hooked up with that donald trump lookalike last night also... terrible kisser

it was a really hard-fought battle between that and the following, though:

Girl: "Victoria's Secret outsources 65% of their underwear designs, and do 55% internally."
Me: "Do you mean 65/35 or 55/45?"
Girl: "Oh, yea, 65/45"
Me: "That's still not an option"
Girl: "Why not?"
Me: "Math"
Girl: Embarrased and clearly still not comprehending why she's wrong "oh yea, haha, totally"
Me: "So which is it then?"
Girl: "What's what?"
Me: "Nevermind. I need a drink."

sometimes i wonder if i'll ever regret opting for the marketing path. this is not one of those times.