You work all week, endure endless douchebaggery and idiocy, and restrain your nocturnal vivacity until the calendar reads Friday—only to be rewarded with the vapid, ravenous gauntlet of bar-light romance. These spurious, oft-desperation laden affairs commence and end within the warzone of nightclub communication. This mine-ridden field of conversation suffers from drunken logic, noise pollution, and toxic levels of loneliness—oftentimes resulting in commiserations of half-truths, flattery, and general, coquettish pandering. The subsequent hangover of disappointment, regret, and cavalier nostalgia creates a cycle of despair and frustration that continually leaves the lonesome adventurer jaded.
You've already seen her at our Halloween party at Espace earlier this year. But now Kelly Killoren Bensimon is back and ready for more action at Gustavino's on New Year's Eve. Don't let her drama-instigating role on Housewives mislead you: Bensimon is more intelligent, funny, and eloquent than you think, and she's not stopping anytime soon. Love her or hate her, you better get used to her. Joonbug was thrilled to get a chance to speak with her and find out more about her family, her work, and her unrelenting quest for quality.