As for the hookers:
Did I hear those figures correctly?
Forty-three hundred bucks a night?
Fifty-five hundred bucks a night?
I mean, let's take the lower number.
Last year, in the midst of an English conference in Midtown Manhattan, I treated Astro-Girl to the splurge of a lifetime at the Capital Grille on 44th.
Cocktails, wine, appetizers, salads, steaks, some flaming-ass dessert with coffee, a nice digestif. It helped we had massive points to draw off, but the tab proper--tax, tip, and all--was less than $350.00.
Which raises the question.
Take the lower figure. Forty-three hundred And . . . ah . . .
Okay, look. If you have the itch that bad, why not, um, you know, kind of, you know, take care of things . . . and then take your best friend out for a three-hundred-dollar steak dinner? Wouldn't you fall asleep happy in the knowledge that you just saved four thousand dollars?