I helped phil dj a wedding (ate cake/drank beer/said 'yeah play that') the other night and then we went to balthazar and got dessert and port after and I felt bourgeois for two seconds. Trust me, it was only two seconds.
There was a lull in our conversation so I put chocolate mousse on my face in the shape of a Hitler stache and announced 'I'm chocolate Hitler!' and just as I was about to heil myself and the aryan white chocolate race our waitress interrupted me to inform me she was done with her shift and we becky was taking over.
I never removed my stache.
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