Monday, March 10, 2008

And one other thing

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?

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