Last Friday we had a surprise going away party for our man Hank. He is moving back across the mountains to take the next step of his legitimate career. Fifty of our closest friends gathered at a local hot spot to see him off and we managed to rack up just over a $4000 tab for the night. I was pretty impressed with our group performance, I have never seen so many Irish Car Bombs poured, but this S.O.B. over in the U.K. really put us to shame.
A Middle Eastern businessman spent over $210,000 in a five-hour, champagne- and vodka-fuelled spending spree in a London nightclub at the weekend.
But before long he was ordering magnums of Dom Perignon at $1,400 each and then called for a Methuselah — eight bottles in one — of Cristal Champagne at $60,000 and the party spread.
“…and the party spread.” I would sure as fuck hope the party would spread if I just dropped 60 grand on 8 magnum bottles of champagne. If that doesn’t get a party going I don’t think anything will.
I am jealous but I have to admit that I like the guy’s style.
