Here's economist Nouriel Roubini, aka Dr Doom, at a party last night in Manhattan, along with a sloshed Oliver Stone.
I am not impressed. Not only am I better forecaster than Roubini, but when I partied sometime back with a semi-sloshed Oliver Stone at Asia de Cuba in Hollywood's Mondrian Hotel, I actually had a seat, and there were eight girls, not four. And they were all smiling, not like the two in the foreground, here, who look somewhere between bored and scared out of their wits.
Wenzel,
ReplyDeleteMaybe the ladies weren't concomitantly sloshed enough to find Roubini's suggestive forecast of a "double-dip recession" later in the evening to be all that funny.
When one lives a life devoted to trivial pleasantries,
ReplyDeleteHaving a lot of trivial pleasantries,
Deceives one into thinking one is living a good life indeed.
I like how the beautiful lady in the scarf is hiding her drink from Rube-ini. He must send out a creepy vibe and she is def picking up on it.
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