While Upper East Siders were hitting the snooze button, Kane had a rude awakening when the rooster crowed at dawn this morning.
"Did you get an invite for Bed's opening party this weekend?" Carlo asked me.
"What do you mean? It's opening next weekend, right?"
"Apparently, there's a strictly by-invitation-only party this Saturday for their VIPs. It's supposed to be hush hush. The public launch is next weekend. And I guess this means we're off the list."
"What? You mean we're not invited?" I was fully awake by now.
"Bed apparently is limiting their VIP list and removed some names," Carlo explained.
"And they removed our names? Are they kidding? WTF? I'm Jenny fucking Humphrey all over again?" I was getting upset. "God! Do I have to plot and scheme all over again just to get in the list … again?"
Poor K. Doesn't he know the rules by now? When you're not on the list, don't get mad… Get in.
I immediatetely called V after.
"Honey, Bed's throwing an exclusive party for their VIPs and apparently, we're not invited," I said.
"But don't worry. I already made arrangements."
We both laughed.
"Of course you did," V said. "Don't they know? The best parties to go to are the ones where you're not invited."
Watch out Upper East Siders. Looks like our girls are making a heroic entrance. But then again, forget a grand entrance. Everyone knows it's the exit they'll remember.