Pure Rants and Raves About Media, Politics, Life and Whatever Else Might Be Clouding My Mind
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Occasionally I forgo the junk food and soda and treat myself. A nice steak, some wine, and a decadent piece of cake. Maybe after dinner brandy if I'm feeling like a robber-baron. What is a treat to me is standard fare for some people. Billionaire people like Roman Abramovich. He ran up a $47,000 bill eating in Manhattan. There's a $15,000 bottle on the receipt! This is decadence of a level I can only imagine. And envy.