Oh yeah. Tons of them. You just kindof show up, and hear about other parties, and go to those parties, and then at those parties, you hear about more... But you might not actually be missing out. [She sits up straighter, then, turning to him with a knowing expression, like a wise older sibling instructing someone younger.]

[♫]I was hot
I went to parties a lot
Y'know?
I was riding in Lamborghinis
Sipping super-bad martinis
With kids whose dads own a yacht

[There's a quick pause, and she pats his hands.]

But I was depressed
Oh so completely obsessed
An unhappy beauty queen
Who dreamed to be a big cheerleada
I had such low self-esteem
I was a mess