Get up off the floor, Sheila. You can do it.
Oh … okay … you’re standing now … but you’re still an asshole!
The joke that night – a frigid night in Chicago – was that I (light paraphrase) “looked like a member of a defunct royal family, a Hapsburg or something like that, and now you’re a scandalous partygirl with no throne to inherit.”
These are my friends. This is how they talk. “Hey you guys doesn’t Sheila look like some Hapsburg princess without a throne and now all she does is get wasted in Gstaad?” “Oh my God she totally does.”
A sense of humor involving the Hapsburgs is pretty hard to come by. Especially among wild (as in, practically feral) 20-something actors who live on coffee, Jager shots and bar food, and never go to sleep because they’re having too much fun. It’s a good thing we all found each other.
