Imaginary Socialite

Act Twelve, in which the Imaginary Socialite and The Clothes Hoarse escape from the Whitney Ball.

Clothes Hoarse: That was a little intense.

Imaginary Socialite: I liked Julia Roitfeld’s dress.

Clothes Hoarse: I liked Silvana’s.

Imaginary Socialite: Yeah. What’s up this weekend?

Clothes Hoarse: Oh, it’s my birthday! Ten June.

Imaginary Socialite: Oh my gosh, you’re having your party at a club?

Clothes Hoarse: No! My birthday is the Tenth of June. Sunday!

Imaginary Socialite: Oooh.

Clothes Hoarse: Babe, you need a nap.

[NOAH TEPPENBERG - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

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