Imaginary Socialite

Once upon a time, a girl went to Beatrice. Every Saturday. And pretty much every other day, too.

She was old enough to walk in heels but young enough to need a fake ID, although they never checked. She had a princess haircut.

She also had lots of friends who were boys, who were cute, who were straight, who were rich looking, who were despised by various door crews but especially and unwavering by the Beatrice guardians.

And one night, of course, those boys showed up.

The girl may have had a princess haircut, but she didn’t have a prayer when it came to getting three boys in Ted Baker inside.

And once the boys knew it, they pulled out their iPhones.

They called the police.

They said, “Hi, we’re at Beatrice and there’s underage girls inside drinking.”

And then all the girls had to run and hide in the bathroom.

Happily ever after?

Sure - unless you were the twentysomething on the dance floor, actually and really and sort of desperately needing to pee.

And also to check her lipstick, which was in major need of a re-apply…

[GEORGIA MAY JAGGER - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

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