Ever read the anonymous Last Call column in the Fort Worth Weekly? Me neither. But an alert FBvian points us toward this week’s installment, which describes a recent happy hour that Jennifer hosted. Where to begin? How about:
As for Chininis, she couldn’t be bothered. Granted, when I introduced myself to her she was in mid-conversation with someone else. Still, she didn’t have to complain to her friend – the moment I turned around! – that no one ever crashes her MediaBistro parties. Well, excuse the hell outta me, Ms. Anna Freakin’ Wintour Jr. I may not be as fashion-faddish as all y’all or as knowledgeable of Dallas “celebrity” mating habits, but I still ain’t chopped liver! Excuse me: chopped foie gras!
I’m sorry you were disappointed, Last Call. Feel free to drop by the Old Monk just about any day of the week. Head over to the D table. We’ll be happy to share our foie gras.
