Fair enough - I'll concede to calling her slightly Gravitationally Challenged.
The point being that all of us, after diligently saving up for three or four months, should be able to go out and hire that Ferrari 458, valet park behind the velvet rope at da club, and pull Miss World (or at least 2nd runner-up, if the guy in the Aventador got there before you).
But from what I can see, there aren't too many Ferraris for hire, and the Big Night is spent drinking at the bar alone.