the royal treatment

dang. i say dang.
did i get TREATED this weekend! woo-hoo!
it was the screening/end of the big production for the project i've been stealthly working on for the past few months and there was a PAR-TAY at mr. night shyamalan's farm. actually, it's called THE farm. that kills me.
anyway, this is his work place... a giant estate outside of philadelphia in an ultra posh neighborhood. acres of rolling green hills, an enormous pond swarming with canadian geese, weeping willows, the biggest tree swing you've ever seen, a fantastic farmhouse mansion (which act as his offices), and an old barn converted into state of the art editing suites and the nicest screening room you've ever seen. we're talking FAN-CY! we got treated to booze and hors d'oeurves made by night's personal chef. then off to the screening of the project which was long, but cool to see on the big screen. my name in credits and all. pretty neat. then dessert, more wine and the tree swing, which was my favorite part.
lots of nice people to chat with and a surprise visitor which made me very happy to see!

and that wasn't it... after the shindig, we were treated AGAIN to eating at the nicest restaurant in philly. a table of about 14 or 15 of us drinking the finest wines i know i've ever had. and they just kept coming. 3 whites and 3 reds. and the FOOD! i kept saying in my tipsyness "now this is living!" i was just plain giddy from the poshness of it all.

and THAT wasn't it either... we were then treated to fantastic hotel room with one of the biggest comfiest beds ever. i was pleasantly drunk, took a bath in the nice tub and stumbled off to a perfect night's sleep with my boyfriend. AND woke up with no hangover what-so-ever. the beauty of drinking the good stuff.

i'm at the point in my life where i say that money doesn't matter for living happily, but shit, when you get a taste of that kind of royal treatment, sometimes, i want to be rich really really bad.