It was Mr. Man's Holiday Party and they rented a swanky club. He works in "The Biz" aka Entertainment, and since I reside as a desperate housewife in the OC, I often forget how "Hollywood" Mr. Man is. This is a guy who starts off stories with, "Yesterday, I was on the lot, and they were filming...." I'm not gonna lie, it's totally sexy to see the "Hollywood Mr. Man" and before you know it, I'm imagining myself (looking surprisingly similar to Barbie) lounging by the pool in a swanky hillside home with a view of the Hollywood sign, talking to my new best friend Posh Spice about how atrocious the food was at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party the night before.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
He is so fancy...
We got all dressed up and drove to a swanky club in Hollywood. When we got to the velvet ropes he said, "Mr & Mrs. Man" and the big burly guy dressed in black said, "Ah, yes... Welcome Mr. Man to our swanky club, right this way please." We breezed on by the line of people waiting to get in.
It was Mr. Man's Holiday Party and they rented a swanky club. He works in "The Biz" aka Entertainment, and since I reside as a desperate housewife in the OC, I often forget how "Hollywood" Mr. Man is. This is a guy who starts off stories with, "Yesterday, I was on the lot, and they were filming...." I'm not gonna lie, it's totally sexy to see the "Hollywood Mr. Man" and before you know it, I'm imagining myself (looking surprisingly similar to Barbie) lounging by the pool in a swanky hillside home with a view of the Hollywood sign, talking to my new best friend Posh Spice about how atrocious the food was at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party the night before.
It was Mr. Man's Holiday Party and they rented a swanky club. He works in "The Biz" aka Entertainment, and since I reside as a desperate housewife in the OC, I often forget how "Hollywood" Mr. Man is. This is a guy who starts off stories with, "Yesterday, I was on the lot, and they were filming...." I'm not gonna lie, it's totally sexy to see the "Hollywood Mr. Man" and before you know it, I'm imagining myself (looking surprisingly similar to Barbie) lounging by the pool in a swanky hillside home with a view of the Hollywood sign, talking to my new best friend Posh Spice about how atrocious the food was at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party the night before.
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3 comments:
That's so cool!
And you guys look tres chic! :)
Love your dress, and I can so see you lounging. Oh, and I'm sure Posh is into brown eggs too!
See, I KNEW you were a Jewish Hollywood mogul's wife! You hide it really well. I need to get the name of your Botox doctor.
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