Last week, FAB and Former Roommate D. attended a hoity toity art auction and collection preview at Christie's as part of a benefit for the Arts Alliance. We figured it wouldn't hurt to haul our ass out of darkest Brooklyn and perhaps rub shoulders with moneybags and artists. Hey, maybe we'd snag a husband out of the experience. Silly, foolish FAB.
Behold our crush object of the evening.
Further Google research revealed that our mystery lover is a recovering alcoholic former cast member of the Real World Chicago. And, naturally, a gay*.
Typical.
Way to pick 'em, FAB.
*What should have been obvious at the time had my libido not been blinded by numerous lemon-ginger vodka confections was that straight men do not a)attend art auctions at Christies and b)attend art auctions at Christies in smug, button-down, cable-knit sweaters.
awww. alcoholic cough drops can really cloud one's judgment.
ReplyDeletehaha. shut up. these were upscale cocktails, or, um, something.
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