It must be rough being rich. I mean, you just can't trust anyone. Take Cristina. So she tipped one too many glasses of Dom Perignon. Can't a poor girl take a little cat nap when she wants to without having to worry about the guests not only mutilating her mink but the rest of her clothes, too—while she was wearing them? She looks so peaceful, content. Hasn't a clue that the whole party is laughing at her. Well, at least next time she'll think twice before attempting to sleep it off on the living room couch.