Today I met Dennis Basso.
This time, for real, I am the happiest girl alive.
He may be 45 (OK, probably 60), and gay, but he is THE most fabulous furier in all of Manhattan. And today I shook his hand. And I love him.
It is better than meeting a rock star.
HE IS MY ROCK STAR.
I was wearing my Dennis Basso Faux Mink Trim Denim Jacket
BUT someday I will have $45,000 to spend on a real Dennis Basso chinchilla fur coat.
I love him.
Shut up, I am not a furier fag hag.
I love Dennis Basso.