BRIGHT LIGHTS, MR. BIG CITY
Jay McInerney just can't help himself:
"You have a full-time housekeeper. You spend $50,000 a year on cigars. You lunch at The Four Seasons. You also fly first-class, sometimes Concorde, and you stay at the Four Seasons in Milan. Your friend Luca di Montezemolo, the president of Ferrari, sends a Falcon 10 to pick you up in Paris and flies you to Bologna, where a helicopter is waiting to drop you at the Ferrari test track in Marinello, where you get to test-drive the latest road rockets."

(Or did I just give away my age. It's all about the second person singular, people. That and the Bolivian Marching Powder. Got it?)