Manhattan Socialite Throws Himself Huge Going Away Party Telling His Friends He Was Going To Europe Except He Was Really Going To Jail For Running Over A Man In Long Island

NY Post – A “pretentious” Manhattan socialite hosted a swanky, “black tie optional” bash in January — where he sipped champagne with his fabulous friends and boasted of an upcoming years-long vacation to Europe he was about take. Tabber Benedict bellied up to the bar at Chelsea’s Bungalow 8 — with a woman on his arm — and bent his friends’ ears about the planned jaunt and all the places he was going to visit. But the finance lawyer was hiding the real, sinister reason he was saying his farewells. He was going to prison for nearly killing a man. About two years ago, the West Village denizen slammed his SUV into a Long Island dad after a night of hard partying in the Hamptons — and left his victim for dead, records show. The Jan. 24 soiree was just four days before he was sentenced to as many as 10 years in the clink. “He lied to everybody about going to Europe,” one of his friends said. But throughout the party — which began at 11 pm — Benedict, 35, played it cool, some of the 150 attendees said. The socialite, who often appears impeccably dressed at charity events, was recently featured in a New York Observer story about “Gatsbabies” — described as “preening prepsters” who “lure ladies, lucre and limelight” as a lifestyle. “People look at me and they’re like, ‘That spoiled prick,’” Benedict, who says his financial law firm handled $25 billion in transactions, told the paper.  “I feel terrible for Tabber because I know there’s no table service where he’s headed,” sniffed fellow socialite Justin Ross Lee. “He’s the most pretentious person I’ve ever met.”

Tabber. Benedict.

I’m just gonna let that name and that picture and this story sink in for a moment. Tabber fucking Benedict. He might have dethroned yesterday’s Banana Mogul  as the biggest bougie asshole in New York.

You know how you know if you’re really rich and bougie? If you roll with someone who can tell people “I’m going on vacation for a few years” and its a viable story. Years! “Oh Europe! Nice! How long you going? 6 Days 7 nights?” No, 5-10 years. “Oh ok cool, Tabber. Have fun!” Thats just money on a whole ‘nother level.

And while ordinarily my motto is snake it til you make, these guys are the absolute worst people on earth. “Socialites” in general are probably my least favorite people of all time. And I’m not even talking about the Paris Hilton’s and the Kim Kardashian’s of the world. Those chicks were socialites, but whatever you define them as now, they actually turned that into entertainment careers or some sort. But these cocksuckers who just live out in the Hamptons or overlooking Central Park who’s life goal is to basically flaunt as much money as they possibly can might be the most insufferable people ever. I don’t care if its old money or new money. If you’re calling yourself a “Gatsbaby” you need to blow your brains out. I can’t even decide which one is the worst – The Banana Mogul has dead chicks in his hotel room, Tabber Benedict is running over dads. And fucking Justin Ross Lee is just yuckin it up laughing as both of them go to jail. “I feel terrible for Tabber because I know there’s no table service where he’s headed.” Yuck yuck yuck! I bet the Plumlee brothers and the Winklevoss twins were cracking up at that joke, Justin Ross Lee! Hopefully you all die in a fire as you sit around burning your money.