Can I get a toot toot? Can I get a beep beep?

Well for all of you Bentley Lovers like myself, let me just tell you that if there is one thing money can buy: it's a car. And a hot car can buy you gorgeous women, friends, prime parking spots, and even a jump to the front of a line when the hostess catches you in that sexy baby blue Bentley you got at the East Side House Auction, a charity that educates and send east side children (we're thinking more Spanish Harlem than Park Ave kids) to college. Can we say tax write-off? Then again when you're bidding 240k on a car... whats 20k off your taxes? Dust in the wind, exactly what I was thinking. Anyway, the drinks we good, the company was excellent, our dearest Popstar wondered the 'press table' with her many accolades, especially having only been 23! Keep and eye out for P. Harlow, our very next Pepper Dennis, I mean Katie Couric! The food was abbastanza (for you Italian illiterates that means alright) but the men there were pretty good looking; every table was obviously a Bear Stearns, BofA, Lehman, Citi, Morgan table or 30 something associates asked to attend by their bosses. I have to say I spotted a few too many with rings which was quite a disappointment, I may be many things but a home wrecker I am not.
By the way I hope this to be me in 30+ years, yes Green Suit and all. Anyway, we finished the night there with two single 40+ year old men asking to take us out for drinks and jet-set off to Aspen (well the club) where we met the rest of the glam crew. I, unfortunately, left early for another event where there was a band and alcohol but beyond that it wasn't much memorable.... Let's just say I got beer/alcohol/Helen Keller goggles and ended up talking to a way less than cool guy.... ended the night getting in a 4:30 am only to catch a train home to Boston at 6:15 am...so much for sleep. Spent weekend in Boston missing NYC and consuming and average of 1,000 calories/minutes. This weeks diet of celery, miso soup and shirataki noodles really blows.