I can see through you :) <3

I remember on one evening out at a club, I ran into one of my co-workers from years prior during my days as a waitress. (Yes, even socialites have crappy jobs sometimes.)

He seemed quite excited to see me, and regaled me with stories of how he recently finished law school and opened up his own firm. He also told me how he is now owner of this fine venue.

Okay. I'm not dumb. There is no possible way that within 2 years someone can begin & complete both undergraduate and graduate law school, open up their own firm after being a convicted felon, and then own one of the largest lounges in DC.

At the time, I humored him and asked him how his "job" is going and told him how great it is that he can ascend the ranks "so quickly." I then questioned him on the various promoters working at this club, and he seemed flabbergasted. He changed his story to being part-owner to full time owner.

I can see through you!! Even though I may smile and humor you out of politeness, that doesn't mean I've lost all common sense.

Please don't make up stories to impress people of your past-- it just makes you seem silly!! There's nothing wrong with being a regular club-goer, with a regular job. Just buy me a good-to-see-you-again-drink, and we can be best friends forever! :)

Socialites can be smart.

For Halloween, I asked my friend what he planned to be and he said he was dressing as Kim Jong Il. Then he apologized assuming that I don't keep up with important people outside Hollywood, and asked me if i knew who that is. OF COURSE I KNOW WHO THAT IS. Who in the world doesn't??


I swear. I am not dumb. Trust me, alcohol hasn't killed ALL my brain cells yet.
Men, believe it or not: There IS such a thing as an intelligent girl who likes to party.

I meet insanely intelligent girls at clubs all the time. I meet doctors, teachers, political minds, etc. So just because a girl is out taking shots back with you, doesn't mean you should automatically assume that she has a low IQ.

Please don't stereotype because of what you've seen on videos like "Girls Gone Wild." :)

Challenge me in Trivial Pursuit! I DARE YOU!

Stiletto turns on the charm.

As I have mentioned before, a socialite-turned-girlfriend is sort of a difficult transition.
As much as I love being a girlfriend, one of the pit falls of girlfriendhood is the diminished social contact.

Without this social contact with other people outside my main squeeze, I've found that I've lost my flirty-bantering-charm that I used to have...and let's face it, without my charm, I've got nothing! I've always felt that my boyish sense of humor made me a bit more attractive, and now I'm becoming just like everyone else. Poop.

I feel like wit is something that without practice, it sort of falls apart. Without constant writing or constant communication, my wit started to go into hiding. My punchlines are getting weaker and it's taking me a few extra seconds to come up with a jaw dropping come-back. As much as I enjoy spending a majority of my social life accompanied by the boyfriend, something needs to let up!

I'm sorry boyfriend, but for the sake of my sense of humor, I'm going to need to get back out there and start flirting. I still think you are the best, but, come on now. I want to be funny again!!! :(

Even you, Frumpy McFrumperson can become a socialite!

A lot of people ask me how I've been able to make connections in the Nightlife world in order to never wait in line, secure myself a VIP table, and have free flowing drinks and champagne all night.

With these three easy steps, even Frumpy McFrumperson can become Hottie McHotstuff.

1. I'd like to take this moment to thank my incredibly charismatic and beautiful entourage. Without them, I don't think anything could be possible. On my own, I would be nothing. Girls, you make my party life glamorous and my champagne glass full.

Every great party go-er has an entourage: Paris Hilton and her bff's, P.Diddy and his crew, Lindsay Lohan and her cocaine, etc.

One great way to be remembered is find yourself a group of friendly, good looking girls. A group of girls is always noticed and the funner you are the more you are rememebered, and the more you are remebered always equals free stuff! ;)

2. This may sound like common sense, but when you are out BE YOURSELF. (Unless you are some snotty boring bitch, then don't. For the sake of my buzz, act like someone fun.)

One thing I love about my friends is that we are not afraid to show that we love going out & making the most of the venture out to the city. We get up and dance on tables, the girls are running around doing body shots off of each other at the bar, and we laugh and dance amongst each other. We become noticed & remembered-- not just by fellow club-goers but by club owners and promoters. When was the last time you heard "Do you remember that boring girl who was sitting down and doing nothing all night?" .. yep. NEVER.
People genuinely love fun people... which is why we are often offered VIP tables, free bottles of top-shelf alcohol, and on return to a club- we do not wait in line.

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3. The more haters, the better. Think of the people who criticize your behavior as free publicity! The more people that talk about you, the more people are intrigued by your life, the more people know how exciting you are.........thus: noteriety! TA-DA! Everyone suddenly knows your name and everyone wants to see you at the next hot party.


So in summary: Get hot friends, be crazy fun, and make other less glamorous girls jealous!

Go out and get 'em, stay-at-home Barbie! I believe in you!!!

Dating in a Socialite's world...

It must be difficult dating a socialite-- she's always called out to parties, there are always a long line of people to converse with every weekend (including gorgeous people of both sexes), and the socialite does as she dares and pleases... which always makes her the life of the party.

However, even a socialite must ignore the calls of glamour and fall in love. She may even trade in her hot pink stilettos for a modest pair of house shoes, she may turn her phone off on the weekends in order to spend a wholesome weekend watching football and cheering for a team she doesn't actually care about, and she may even pass up her fabulous Saturdays out on the town to cook her man an incredible meal of Digorno Pizza!

But trust me, the socialite will once again yearn for the incredible life she once led as a single hottie.

I guess a problem that some men may come about when dating a socialite is when he is unable to turn the party animal into a house kitten.

I'm going to leave this set of advice to the love-lorn men out there simple and brief:

If the Socialite begins to give up her world for yours, please take notice and appreciate it.
If the Socialite wants to socialize without you, deal with it.
After all, the Socialite loves a challenge & loves doing everything opposite of what you do. If you give her a little room, she will want to bridge the gap. If you begin to enclose on her, she will only want to create more space.

Also, buy her nice things. Socialites love nice things. ;)

Thank Gawd for google.

I have this incredibly beautiful & smart friend.

On one particular night out, she met this extremely handsome blonde who exuded an aura of riches & charm.

(Okay, im totally exaggerating. We were on vacation and in truth, he wasn't that handsome nor that charming...but he was the best pick of the litter.)

Anyway, throughout the night he had regailed her of stories of his multi-million dollar Maple Syrup Conglomorate and the woes of being a rich, single man. One thing led to another...and..ya know. ;)

A few days later, like any intelligent woman would do, she googled him.

Through google she found out that the party he was at was a bachelor party. HIS bachelor party.
He is set to be wed in a few short weeks.

Also, he does not actually own a Maple Syrup Conglomorate. He stole that line from "The Wedding Crashers." haha


Moral of the story: If a guy tells you he's a millionaire, it's probably a lie. If he tells you he FARMS FOR MAPLE SYRUP...it is probably a lie.

But dear friend, I can not blame you for falling for it.

"scientist say we use only 10% of our brains...but I think we only use 10% of our hearts."

lols.

stilleto socialite says...

I often frequent the DC Club scene.

Dressed in some fabulous 4 inch pair of heels, I come to various lounges armed with an entourage of hot women with killer smiles.

During my evenings out on the town, I run into various shady characters that act in such an appalling manner I feel the need to share with the outside world... just so I'm not laughing alone.

Thus, the birth of my new blog.


Introducing: The chronicles of Stiletto Socialte- a DC-ist gone wild.