In the kitchen at work, I found myself in awe of Michael Moritz's soup. He's the partner on Google's board. (Why in awe? Well, if you go here, you'll see he owns 23,893,800 shares of Google stock. And if you figure that presently, GOOG is trading at $289.71 per share that means his share in the company is worth, ummmm, about $6.92 Billion).
Sarah's all tight with them and shit (they played her prom party, remember?!?) so after the show we got to go backstage and hang out (which was pretty neat-o). Karen, Sarah and Brandon.
We got to the building in question and fucked around pressing all the apartment buzzers until someone finally buzzed us in (Holly Golightly style, boyeeee). We weren't positive the intelligence we'd gotten was accurate until we got into the lobby and saw this sticker on one of the mailboxes (I shit you not!). He even calls himself DLR. Fucking amazing.
Speaking of pimping, this lady was walking around the party and people kept coming up to her and kissing her ass. After watching her run shit for like 20 minutes, I finally couldn't take the expense. I walked up to her and told her that I loved her outfit and asked if I could take a pic. She was like "But of course!" Afterwards, I was like, I hope this doesn't offend you, but who are you? She was like "Not at all, darling. I am Zelda. I'm a fashion designer." Does anyone out there know who this lady is? Or did someone's grandma get into some extra fabric and use it to escape a nearby nursing home?
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