Night of the Socialite Plight
The following guest post is by Sarah Rowley for Brighton’s E3 Entertainment Agency.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was an evening we will always remember as the Night of the Socialite Plight.
You know, people think we have it so easy, riding around in limos, drinking Cristal and getting the VIP treatment everywhere we go. But, let us tell you — our jobs aren’t as easy as they look. It’s tough being a socialite, always putting on a pretty face, and journaling everything you do. Prime example: Entertaining the Outta Your League contest winners.
It was supposed to be a fun day, an experience that our batters would live to tell their grandchildren about … the night they went to all the best places that D.C. has to offer, the night they ate the yummiest food … the evening they danced with the hottest girls in town. But nooooo — these Outta Your Leaguers had to be jerks. And, let us tell you — jerks and socialites, well, they just don’t mix.
It all started at one of the swankiest salons in the area, Dolce Vita.
We were scheduled for the works … and the guys were set to have some sexy GQ packages. You’d think that would have been enough to keep them busy: massages, back waxing, haircuts … but no, that was not enough to keep them under control. Instead of enjoying the royal treatment at this totally luxe salon / spa, our Outta Your League batters had to run around, dropping f-bombs, hitting on stylists, dancing while singing showtunes, and talking with fake English / Ali-G accents.
We gave them three lectures about their behavior at the salon — and you’d think they would’ve shaped up after that. But no … they just kept acting like untamed idiots … yelling at each other across ZenBar, spazzing in the limo, making a scene at Oya, then getting kicked out of IndeBleu.
To make a long story short … our contest winners were further out of their league than we thought humanly possible. And that’s all we’re going to say about that!