grandiose, hoity-toity, puffy, self-important, flamboyant, ostentatious, splashy, ambitious, arrogant, arty, bombastic, conceited – PRETENTIOUS
Recently Chrissy from By The Light Of The Silvery Moon left me a comment. Chrissy is family, my live spell-checker (blame her for all errors), and it seems she’s now heading up a myth-buster team to watchdog my blog. If at any point in my life I do something noteworthy, I’ll be sure to appoint her president of my fan club…FringeFans.
“You [that would be me, FringeGirl] are such a dork. Exactly who is it that you see that lives in Atlanta? Now, I know a Pat in Powder Springs. Is John’s family in Atlanta? Stop being pretentious. You visit Powder Springs and some other lesser known town, don’t you?” -Chrissy
Chrissy is referring to a comment I made in Quackers…not Quakers. In-case some of you who have been reading my blog regularly missed the fact that I lead a pretentious life, I want to introduce you to my world.
This is my Long Island home – just one of many. I do keep an apartment in Manhattan, but only stay overnight when I’m taking in a show on Broadway or I’ve over-shopped in Bloomies and don’t feel like taking the drive back to The Hamptons. I relish a night in the City and delight in dining at Donald’s place. Yes, I do mean Trump.
Although I do fly into Atlanta on occasion, my pilot understands we take MY plane.
I simply catch-up on my beauty sleep in the jet and am ready for my exotic destinations. Recently, I took holiday in Bali with a few of my girlfriends.
I enjoyed lazy days frolicking on the beach.
That new Mary Kay cellulite reducing cream works miracles. You should definitely order a case or ten. The hot guy out there on the water’s edge gawked as if I were a swimsuit model admired me from afar.
James, my driver, is such a patient man. He took me out to do a little shopping.
I have a wonderful team of designers who know just what I need for the upcoming New Year’s Eve Ball. (Do pretentious people still go to balls?)
I do hope you enjoy life as much as I do. Living pretensiously has so many advantages.
To the left of the tack, you will see Powder Springs…actually “owder Sprs.”, but I think you get the point. My Aunt Pat lives in Powder Springs. I do fly into Atlanta, on my private jet of course, and then my driver zips me over to Powder Springs where I lounge by the pool for a week at a time and eat delicacies prepared my aunt’s hired servants.
I think the signature is the cause of my pretentious downfall. Ever since I started using it, I feel so important.