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Turn on a Dime—The Socialite (part 1)
The Mrs. was crazy. There could be no doubt about that. The upstairs maids from Honduras, the downstairs maids from Guatemala, the Puerto Rican house boy, the two Dominican drivers, the Cuban security guards, and the three Colombian nannies all referred to our mistress as The Mrs.—as if she were a flamboyant character straight out of a Telemundo telenovela. Between her collagen-inflated lips, her Botox-smoothed forehead, her surgically enhanced boobs, and her temper tantrums, The Mrs. had all the talents of a trashy TV temptress.
Turn on a Dime—The Socialite (part 2)
Before I even knocked, the castle-like doors parted and Frank, a beefy security guard and former NYPD officer, greeted me. He had been monitoring my approach via a network of security cameras. I was escorted into an entryway with gleaming white marble floors, an imposing staircase and, everywhere I looked, pumpkins. Big, real pumpkins. And cobwebs. And tombstones. And bats. It looked like the set of a Halloween-themed Broadway production. Frank could sense my surprise.
Mexico’s Hope
Last week, I had the rare opportunity to dig a little deeper into someone’s Spit List—the controversial Thanksgiving game of nominating someone you so detest you’d spit at them on
Kitchen Knightmares: Sour Cream Dream Coffee Cake
It’s hard to say when it happened exactly. But at some point, Chef fell madly in love; some might say addicted, even. In return, I began withholding—knowing that just a
iPho Vietnam: Motorbikes & Golden Cock
The days after returning from vacation, I find myself wearing some of the same items I had packed for the trip. The American Apparel v-neck yellow t-shirt may be freshly
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