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12:56 a.m., 2003-07-15

it's weird being around seriously no-nonsense filthy stink-assed rich people. they just live in a world i'm sure i'll never come to know. i was aware of this before, but never really had it revealed to me in such a blatant way as i did this past weekend.

i had to go to the wedding of a girl i know who comes from old money. her father is a judge and i don't think her mother has to work. they summer on nantucket, and this was their weekend on the mainland for the season. people on nantucket wear pink pants and that is apparently considered totally normal. men in pink khakis. i was unaware.

newport, rhode island is dotted with mansions that are really not residences, more like function halls or something. old houses you can rent out to have weddings and stuff where no one really lives or whatever. i don't fully understand it, but really i don't care all that much about it anyway because i'll never rent that fucking place out. it's $30,000 just to get a function room. that's before paying the help and the catering and all the other people involved. just for the room alone.

so i went to the one called 'ocean cliff', which is like right next to 'the breakers', which is apparently the biggest mansion there? i don't know, and again i barely care. the place was pretty swanky and stuff and the food was really good and the drinks were free. (such a shame i've never tasted the sweet vice of the alcohol. so pure i am of heart and mind.)

everyone looked famous. the girl i know getting married is an identical twin. her sister goes to yale and she goes to dartmouth. in the summer she is a skydiving instructor for fun. i hate her because she works because she feels like it and not because she has to.

they privatized a bar afterwards (more free drinks for everyone but me) and some drunk girl told me i looked like james dean and challenged me to a game of pool. she was nice and pretty and pretty nice and filthy rich and out of my league. i beat her in pool. easily. should have done it for money.

the married couple left for hawaii the next morning for like almost a month. having a taste of what their life is like on a regular basis made me hate them with a malarial fever. i'll never go to hawaii. probably never get married. never be able to work when i feel like it. never give people free drinks. never summer on nantucket.

i want to make the country communist. level the playing field.

assholes.


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