14 December 1997 
 
 
It's _all_ good. 
 
I had a good night.  I love New York night life.  I love it so much, I  
only have to dip into it about twice a year.  Life is grand. 
 
I have a real bad sweepstakes addiction now.  I will sign up for anything  
that doesn't cost me anything.  Especially if junk snail mail is involved.   
I love junk mail (not email though). 
 
I will not list bars & drinks.  I was out with Milla, Jay, and Chad on the  
longest bar-hopping trip I've had.  We must have gone to four or five  
bars.  My only comment, barwise, is to pass on KGB Bar.  Their drinks are  
_way_ too weak.  If I wanted a pretty drink with no kick, I would ask for  
one. 
 
My only other comment is: who do the beautiful people think they are?  I  
can't imagine someone going through that much trouble, time, and expense  
to look the way they do.  I just have to wonder about people at large.  Do  
they care that they don't seem real?  Do they care that they take  
themselves as *a*presence* too seriously?  Do they think "fuck everybody  
else - I will look as I choose" and strive for perfection in poise and  
coiffure?  Do they realize they don't come across as cool, sophiscated,  
upper-class, and moneyed if they have a Bud in hand, no matter how  
overpriced? 
 
And a rebuttal:  there is an absolute right and wrong.  But it's not the  
way people like to think of it.  Most of the time, the whole question of  
right/wrong is irrelevant.  I guess that's why people like to think it's  
gray.