Those who do, do. Those who can’t, teach…or live off the inheritance and hard work of their talented dead kin. So it seemed when Frida Tequila had its launch in Los Angeles at the home of busty blonde collector Michael Scott. Although one poor schoolteacher started the night by falling into the Jacuzzi (that’s why we don’t invite nerds to parties), things went more smoothly as Frida’s niece and grandniece cavorted with mariachis, press, spirit salesmen, partygoers, and a bevy of hot chicks over shrimp tostadas and papaya margaritas.
We always hoped to be Hef when we reached 30, but the accommodating Michael Scott actually lives that dream, while we slave away at non-profit work. In addition to a giant mansion that used to belong to Eddie Murphy, Scott has amassed a game room, two hot tubs buttressing an Olympic-sized swimming pool, a garage holding a Harley and a new Rolls, and is working on the construction of a petting zoo and grotto (no shit). We’d like to say something bad about Michael and his menagerie of perfect breasts because we are a jealous bunch of haters, but the guy was pretty nice and secretly our new hero. Plus, we wouldn’t mind being invited over for one of his “less-PG-rated” parties as he put it while hitting on our date.
