Sunday, December 19, 2004



Just got back from a 3 day trip to Rio-d....hadn't been there on business ever, fun town. Wish I partied more but we worked almost the whole time. Brazillian chicks are unrivaled though. Best of the best. Going to Hawaii on Wed to meet up with the fam. My ex is out there as well - should be interesting. Merry Christmas. - DC

Thursday, December 16, 2004


Stories from Vegas...vol. 1

So Vegas was amazing as usual. Got the royal treatment at the Palms, and the flights out and back were probably the most fun part really. I'll spare you most of the details as it was a fairly average trip - with one decent story. So we are gambling one night down at the Hard Rock, and we hit it off with this group of chicks in town for a bachlorette party and who are staying at the HR. Now I'm on a hot streak at the Craps table - up a few g's, but my attention is diverted to this little hard-body in the b-party - i think they were in town from Colorado?

Anyway, to make a long story short, I end up back in her room at the HR and things are going fairly well. Now for one of my proudest moments in recent memory:

She's going down on me right? And I must have said something witty/disgusting/funny, but I can't quite remember what I said, but let's just say the timing coincided with a choice she had to make about what to do with a little present i'd just given her. Anyway, she chortles and starts laughing, resulting in one of my proudest moments. As she choked and laughed, the salty man-bath starts to come out of her noise and run down her face...

My friends, in the tradition of the dirty sanchez, the cleveland steamer, and the jelly donut, I had just achieved the slightly less exciting first cousin of this group...


sorry for the raunchy material, but thought this one was worth telling...

home for the holidays


Tuesday, December 14, 2004


NY (Vegas) Strip

Oaks did it again....he singlehandedly almost killed both myself and 2 of our friends over the weekend. Let me take you back to Thurs drinks with Marissa and her crew...ended up sealing the deal with M, Oaks jingled with one of her friends...Cujo ended up getting slapped in the face by this other friend of Marissa's who was a complete bitch. Anyway....Oaks has been pushing a trip to AC lately, but then on Friday I'm at a meeting downtown and I get an urgent call from Oaks telling me that he's got his Dad's jet for the weekend and to meet him at Teterboro at 6pm.

So thats what happened: Me, Cujo and Mouse met Oaks at Teterboro and ended up flying to fucking Vegas. Got absolutely wrecked on the plane...end up partying at the Palms until 8am Vegas time. Vegas was silly as usual. Flew back late Sunday night...I might still be drunk from the weekend and its Tuesday. Sorry for the lack of stories...I just don't feel like typing.


Friday, December 10, 2004


he shoots he scores

Wasabi sushi last night with Marissa, ended up back at her place on the Upper West. First of all, her place is sick. I'm not sure how (cause she works in a gallery), but she is living the good life. She's got 1/4 of the floor of the building, and a tv that would make any man proud. We ended up playing some tickle-me-elmo on her couch (did I mention I love foreign chicks?) until late into the night. Best part about it, she told me to leave because we both needed sleep. Highly evolved chick.

Tonight should be hot because me, Oaks, Cujo, Mouse and hopefully our other buddy Harper are meeting Marissa and her bitches out someplace for drinks. She assured me her girls are hot and love to party. Oaks is pushing for Atlantic City but I'm gonna try to keep him in check. Last time we went to AC I ended up losing 7 grand to some chinese guy in poker. Happy Friday....


Thursday, December 09, 2004



Flew back this morning from Atlanta...almost barfed on the plane as I was incredibly hungover from last night. Ended up at some spot called Halo Lounge? I think. The evening was a blur. Met up with my buddy Tristan who was also in town visiting Emory B-School and we got absolutely smashed on goose and seltzers. The females at this bar were truly Grade A...we ended up convincing three of them to come back to my hotel...which was quite an accomplishment because my hotel was all the way out at the airport. 2 of us and 3 of them was looking like it could be a problem..but one of them passed out quite thankfully. I think my girls name was Jen? No chance she's reading this though. When I left this morning Tristan was getting into a 3 piece suit to go meet some prof at the B-school yet he absolutely REEKED of cigarettes. I give Atlanta an A+. Delta hooked up me up with a first class seat which did wonders for my hangover. Seeing Marissa tonight for round 2...we're doing sushi someplace. I need a coffee. -Dylan

Wednesday, December 08, 2004



Uneventful night last night for the most part - my cousin and I hit the Westwood bar scene and spent our time hitting on suspecting co-eds. Nothing much to note, other than the fact that the scene sucked (though I think finals had started or were about to start), and my cousin and myself ended up passing out in the lounge of one of the freshman dorms. That brought back memories...

Flying back with a pit-stop in Chitown tomorrow - weather is still iffy out here, so haven't gotten to do much outside of nursing my hangover today with some In and Out Burger.

My father owns a share in a Citation Jet so I flew that out here and will be flying it back. Now I haven't flown commercial since right after 9/11, but I can imagine it's little better than it was then. Flying private is the way to go obviously. I was passed out on Bloody mary's by the time we were wheels up in Teterboro. I plan on doing the same on the return. I'll be out on the town tonight with some friends from prep school - and I'll be trolling for hot chicks to invite back on the plane - never had much success at that game - return flight always does me in, but I guess I would have to let them use the plane to fly back? If I run into anyone worthy I may consider that option, though not sure I could swing it without Pops finding out...

What a boring trip

Highlights - late night dorm fun, pretentious LA girls who are about 2 months behind the NYC fashion curve and who are about 2 months ahead of the NYC feeding curve, the flight, watching my cousin strike out repeatedly. Chitown meeting is business in nature - I'll provide more details into what it is "I do" in a future post...

till then


Tuesday, December 07, 2004



Grabbed steaks with Cujo tonight after work (can you find a decent steak in the city for less than 50 bucks?) if so let me know. For those out there that don't know Cujo let me explain - Derek Kujawski, sits next to me at work. In between trades he shouts at his immigrant family in rapid fire Polish on the telephone, all the while dipping Copenhagen into this nasty coffee cup that he leaves for the cleaning people at the end of the day. He's got this longtime girlfriend, also Polish, who basically stays hidden in Queens, but Cujo has an absolutely undeniable weakness for classic American bimbos. Blonde, busty, dumb american bimbos. Hilarious habit to watch in person. Getting some sleep tonight - going to Atlanta tomorrow on business but just for one night.

At ease, DC



So i'm out in LA - specifically at my cousin's place in Manhattan Beach aka the Little Apple by the Sea. This weather is horseshit though - cloudy with rain off and on. Golfing is off, sailing is off. Right now i'm downing a sixer of Red Stripe while watching my cousin try to pick up this chick by playing some acoustic crap on his guitar. Pathetic. He's in school at UCLA, but I guess he doesn't attend classes - ripping one from the Oaks playbook at least. I think we're headed over that way tonight though for a little undergrad trolling...

If this weather keeps up I'll be flying back sooner rather than later

bored in the OC


i think i got this login thing figured out now


last night

Very VERY intriguing night for the DC last night. As I mentioned earlier, I had the company of Marissa, who turned out to be just as hot as my buddy at work had described. Something about foreign chicks that really gets the juices flowing...its probably the accent, whatever it is it works. Best part about this chick, she didn't have any of that attitude that you usually find with foreign I could basically see down her dress which was this delightful little number that was, as they say in the magazines: Very Bergdorf.

Ballet was typical (isn't it always?) but we went and cozied up to some cocktails at this spot over near her place afterwards. I was on my very best behavior (but the dress was absolutely KILLING the DC). I wish I had a picture of it. Anyway we end up talking till about 1am at this spot at which point she says she had to go to work in the morning (she claims to work at an art gallery but judging from her address she either owns the gallery or is subsidized by her father). Long story short, we twiddle-tongues on her balcony, she tells me she wants her friends to party with my friends (can it get any easier than that?) and I'm home asleep by 2. Tentative plans call for myself, Mouse, Oaks, Boz, and my other buddy Cujo (who definitely deserves his own paragraph at some point) to meet up with Marissa and her crew on Friday.


ps - Almost forget to mention, got a call from Oaks at 4am (west coast time) telling me he just played naked croquet with some nanny in Newport Beach. I think he was joking, but i have no fucking clue what he was doing up at 4 am...that f-ing guy.

Monday, December 06, 2004



Spent yesterday with Mom and Pops doing the NYC Christmas shopping scene. They flew in on Saturday from LA. My Dad, as usual, was in peak form. Background on the Capote family - my Dad's side of the family doesn't come from money originally - his Dad was a steelworker and my Dad had it rough growing up, but he made his way through Harvard and B-school at UChicago and now he basically just lives off the investments. My Mom comes from hella-cash and so there is always a one-ups-manship between my Dad and my Mom's father (who makes Hugh Hefner look like an amateur) - for another post though. Anyway, yesterday my Dad shared with me his new favorite pastime - not flying commercial. Apparently he has this new ijet service that basically just ferries you around in these private jets. Oaks (as I'm SURE he'll tell you when he reads this) hasn't flown commercial in years...maybe ever. My folks were staying at the St. Regis so we grabbed an early dinner there and that was pretty much the day.

I needed the sleep though because tonight I'm headed to the f-ing ballet with this sweet little apple named Marissa (her choice on the ballet, not mine). Anyway, I got set up with this girl by a friend from work who knows her old man...apparently she is half Swiss half British and all body. I'm sure the night will take me for 5 large but hopefully there will be a happy ending. I gotta go take a shit and make a trade....




It is fucking mind blowing how much yum-yum you can get in this city - simply by throwing a little coin around and having an outrageous suite at the W. Oh - and a little bit of Coke doesn't hurt either. Saturday night I fell in love. And then out.

So i'm out at Luger's with my buddy Boz. You gotta know something about Boz - met him in prep chool - the kid was an alcoholic at 14. Got into the white stuff and was ealing by 17 - now he's sober but you couldn't tell it if you didn't now him. the kid is out of hand at all times. We get to the restaurant ast night - we're sitting there drinking our jack and boz is telling me about this chick he's been banging at his parent's penthouse the last couple weeks while they been out of town. He starts making pumping movements at the table, pumping his chair, fucking breaking down every position he's been in with this broad. amazing. everyone is looking at us. fucking riot.

from there we had a little formal holiday party at our friend CW's place on CPW. where one of my long time ex-girlfriend is holding court at the bar with her batch of overweight friends. fucking disgusting what 4 years of i-banking will do to a girl - and you thought college was bad??? Freshman 15? How bout the Goldman Sachs 40 - fucking pathetic. Anyway, i'll make a long story short - boz and I secure a suite at the W and take this party back there where things get out of hand. I don't know how Boz keeps up, being sober and all - but there he is life of the party, still pumping objects in the hotel room getting some serious mileage off of his story. I end up in the jacuzzi with my ex (cliche) but she's so smacked out of her head that she doesn't even care that her friend SJ climbs on in. I've always had a thing for her. I'll leave that to another post...but what a night. At 10 am the next day room service wakes me up as Boz is watching TV and chain smoking in a robe, reading the Times, and eating steak and eggs...hilarious.

I'm in and out this week - i got a trip to see some friends out in LA and then i'm stopping in chitown on thursday on the way back...


- i'm trying to get this separate login thing going for DC and I - any ideas on how to do it? leave a comment. thanks - we're both new at this Blog thing.

Saturday, December 04, 2004



Just got back from my buddy Carlo's place. Quick background on Carlo (or the Dirty Chilean as I like to call him)....known him for years, our families used to go skiing together in St. Moritz. Anyway, he just bought a new 600 Benz...but he doesn't even have a license and never learned to drive. Kills me.

Anyway, Carlo exlusively associates with models, and he prides himself on it. Apparently I'm now headed to meet him at some post-photo shoot party in the Village. All the models I've banged have been coke-heads and mostly boring in the sack...but you never know right? Oaks has been awol for a few hours...he better have a story for me later. All I know is he left the apartment in a tuxedo saying he "had this thing to go to" but then came back 5 minutes later and grabbed 3 rubbers. You never know with that guy. Time to crack a beer....



Wrong side of the river

Good afternoon everyone,

Big big some point I ditched Oaks and the boys with this apple (though I forget her name) and we ended up on the wrong side of the river at some after-hours rave in Newark....I'm not sure what happened after...but at the moment there is a message on my hand written in ink that says "Dylan, you're the King...don't forget to call me." Call who? I gotta order some food...

- King D


Of Mouse and Men

Wow. Things got completely out of hand last night - as expected. I'd let DC fill you all in, if I knew where he was. Last I remember he was sucking face with a prissy JAP in the corner of my boy Mouse's apartment. Smoked way too much, drank way too much. Gotta see what 10 Am feels like on a Saturday. Or Maybe not. Looks overrated.

One other thing from last night, we're at Mouse's and he's telling us this story from Thanksgiving weekend involving this chick he'd been working on for weeks. Turns out she's into a little bit of the ole ass play. Long story short, seh rips the anal beads out, homeboy shits on a tarp - end of story.

Only in New York

more later - have an important dinner tonight


Friday, December 03, 2004



After way too many hours at work today...I'm finally getting out of here. The day wasn't a total waste though, because I took some idiot named Yamaguchi for 5 large by shorting some Russian tungsten against him. The only thing worse than a dumb trader is a dumb foreign trader. So now I'm heading home...the weekend should be hot. Reunion tonight at the Bung-hole hopefully followed by about 5 top-heavy chicks back at our crib. I'll talk to you pickles later,




First of all let me set the record straight - I would never set foot in Tavern on the Green - you'll have to excuse DC - he's what we call "Nouveau Riche."
Spent Thanksgiving weekend with my cousins at our family spot in Vail. Nothing too obscene to report, but I did have a swanky run-in Saturday night with a couple of skanks that claimedto go to Dartmouth. Bored with my cousin's outrageous Coke habit, I decide to take these 2 back from the Bar to our hot tub for a little action. Even in my f'ed up state I make the right choice of the 2 and quickly start going at it in the tub while the other one watches. Boring, except for when the chick starts blowing me in the tub and I glance up to see a look of absolute horror on the fatty - so I flipped her the bird while her friend didn't skip a beat.
Vail was boring.



South Fork Primer

Just in case people out there don't know....Oaks doesn't work....although if you ask him he'll tell you that he's writing a book on horse breeding....but basically he wakes up, calls a driver, and meets people for lunch. Oaks is also the type of guy that will walk into Tavern on the Green wearing Jeans and flip flops and then tip the waiter a c-note just for some extra OJ.

Me, the DC, I work....I'm a trader, though I prefer the term moneymaker. Its what I do. I make money. I like wearing expensive suits and handmade shoes. I can't remember the last time I wasn't wearing a suit at least once during the day. Business casual is just that, casual business. Those people sicken me.



Oaks coming through solid with an Opium-induced blackout. Thats my boy. As Oaks mentioned, tonight is one of the bi-annual fraternity reunions from college. Last time we hung out with this crowd it was July 4 on some guy's yacht in the Hamptons and I ended up playing a little man-overboard with some apple named Jenny. Needless to say tonight should be a fun night.


ps - Oaks if you're getting it from Nobu then tell that hostess to call me (you know the one).


Da Pain Da Pain

I'll spare repeating details of DC's recap of last night's soiree, but let me fill in what happened when DC bailed. After the filets (Thanks CW!), I hooked up with my boy Vick and we headed to a little after-hours spot down in Tribeca. This is where things get admittedly fuzzy - I wake up at 10, with only my socks on, and an old chinamen smoking opium over at the makeshift bar that started laughing at me wildly when I came to. Needless to say I high-tailed it out of there back to my place uptown and I'm just waking up now.
DC and I have a little fete tonight with some frat brothers - little hair of the dog I guess.
Gonna go get some sushi to go with this hangover


Thurs recap

Holy Ramadan what a night….Oaks and I got completely Knickerbockered last night. The night started rather tamely…there were plenty of chicks around, but we didn’t feel like talking to any of them right away. Flash forward to about seven Johnny Blue and Diets later and one of these chicks comes up and asks Oaks where he got his jacket…which of course he didn’t “got” anywhere, since it was tailored for him like many of his clothes. Anyhow, it was obviously a lame excuse for them to talk to us, but we obliged them anyway. A few drinks later we’re all in a gypsy back to their place (they lived obnoxiously high up into the upper west side) and its pretty obvious that both the OakTrain and myself are gonna ride tonight. Basically it was standard from there on out. Oaks took the brunette (no surprise) and I actually dabbled into the Orient with this other chick. We were out of there by 4 and seemed to be headed for at least a few hours sleep until Oaks absolutely INSISTED that we get steaks….so we kicked it to this steak house (which shall remain nameless since they were “closed”) where Oaks knows the manager and we ate 150 dollar filets. The chances of us calling these chicks are slim….my girl programmed her number into my phone but I changed the name to Call For BJ. I ended up getting 3 hours sleep (sleep is for wimps), and was in the office by 8. Today at work I’ve decided I’m going to make as much money as possible in the Japanese market, just as a tribute to last night, then I’m gonna blow it all later tonight on booze. just another night with the South Fork Guys I guess?

Until next time,


Thursday, December 02, 2004


It's the Hash talking...

I was popping collars in the 4th grade
I was popping cherries in the 5th

- Oaks

Gotta meet up with DC in the Village...


Now Batting: The Oaktrain

Hello friends, my name is F. Oakley Rumson (Pronounced: RUM-SON). My friends call me Oaks. I'm a genetic lottery winner. I've been born into a world already furnished with the best money can buy. I make no apologies for my lot in life, nor do I take it for granted. I enjoy fine dining, safaris, and dry martinis. You may find my views and experiences to be follies of "Upper Crust" snobbery. So be it. I hope you enjoy the ride - but hold on tight. I wait for no one.



Miller Time

Well it looks like Oaks and I got this blog up and running...and quite frankly I feel robbed of the last 45 minutes. Its time to catch up with some good old fasioned beer chugging. Oaks and I are on our way out to a local spot tonight around the corner from our place. Last time we were there Oaks ended up taking home one of the bartendresses...which means we should be drinking for free tonight, not that it matters, I have a bank roll from last weekend in AC that'll get the whole bar tipsy. Oaks and I also have a side bet tonight on which one of us can get the first girl to show us her tits.

Until next time,



Allow Me To Introduce Myself

Hello World,

My name is Dylan Capote (pronounced Kah-Poe-Tee). I am a 26 year old male of above average looks and above average intelligence. Some of our friends told us we should start a blog so that the rest of the world (or whoever reads these things) can enjoy some of the stories of our lives. Just as a disclaimer - we’re not here to make people mad or ruffle any feathers…so if you don’t like reading about a couple of guys that like to make money, bang chicks, eat expensive dinners, and then make some more money…well than frankly this blog isn’t for you. That said, welcome to my world, hopefully you’ll find it amusing.

Until next time,



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