The NYTimes has a story about people getting too wasted at nice restaurants. I think their goal was to make people who drink booze that's far too expensive ("There was a $400 bottle of Rioja. There was a $3,500 magnum of Burgundy") just look like alcoholics. There are the dudes who pass out in the bathroom, the diners who sleep through their meals, and the three mid-20s women who go swimming in the marble fountain in the center of the dining room.
At the end of a long lunch three well-dressed, then undressed, women in their mid-20s decided that the marble pool in the center of the main dining room looked like a nifty spot for a dip, said Julian Niccolini, one of the restaurant’s owners.
So they took one, wearing nothing more than their panties, he said.
Asked about their motivation, Mr. Niccolini answered: “I’m not going to say the word drunk. They were very happy. They were very excited.” As well they should have been. A wealthy gentleman nearby had been buying them their drinks, which included bottles of Montrachet, Cristal and Cheval Blanc. The total bill came to more than $7,000, Mr. Niccolini said.
If the rich guy had spent his money better, he could've seen a lot more skin than that for $7,000.
I have to say, though, I'm just not impressed. The haute couture is pretending you can imitate a night of belligerence fueled by a handle of cheap sauce you split with a buddy in a restaurant paying hundreds of dollars for each bottle of wine. Maybe there's something prodigiously satisfying about spending thousands of dollars to feel like crap the next morning. All the JP knows is that, when he looks down into that toilet after consummating his wastedness, he doesn't want to see more than $10 worth of ejectment in the loo.
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