The Ridiculousness of Polo, Governor’s Island EditionPosted: June 6, 2011
MJ: Kirstie, you were incredible on Dancing with the Stars! You were robbed. What brings you out here to the Polo match?
DK: I’m not Kirstie you nincompoop. It’s me, Lady Karan. I came for the nachos. Why are you here?
MJ: Donna, sorry, I thought you were…oh, never mind. Nachos? Well, that explains the sombrero. But, um, I think you got it a little mixed up. It’s Nacho. Nacho Figueras. He’s a polo player?
MJ: I was just about to get into that seafoam romper. Which begs the question, how the hell do you get into it?
DK: Five. Easy. Pieces. Don’t you remember anything? Or was that early triumph of mine during one of your “lost” periods.
MJ: Right about now I really wish I was still using.
DK: Don’t I look hot? I am technically as old as the sun and you’d never know it from my face. Did you know that once you get to be as old as I am you have to choose your ass or your face? No, really. Catherine Deneuve sends everyone an Oprah-endorsed memo once you turn 60 and then you pick—ass or face.
MJ: FML. Need. Air.
DK: Why don’t you loosen that tie? Your face is starting to match my romper.
MJ: Where’s Lorenzo? His ironic mustache might not seem so ridiculous right about now.
MJ: Um, no thanks. I ate in 1996. I’m just going to head on over and see if they have face painting over by the ponies.